Chapter 109
Chapter 116
Dane
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Mary and I made a complete mess of ourselves, and to be honest, I feel more confident than ever, especially with the motivation she gives me during our climax. It’s like something inside me has snapped into place, I am powerful. I am strong. And I will make my enemies regret ever crossing me.
. I will seek the heads of all my enemies and make a spectacle of it for the whole world. I believe I can do this.
The one thing that scares me the most is the scarface man. This guy is dangerous, and I know he has a lot of powerful rugs. But that isn’t my biggest concern. What really unsettles me is the feeling that once he gets what he wants, he will turn on me. Maybe he’ll try to eliminate me. Maybe he’ll expose me. Either way, I don’t trust him. I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but there’s too much at stake to back down now.
I don’t understand. Something about this feels wrong. This shit can go one of two ways, but I only want it to go one way–my way. And that means getting my $1 million. I just hope I don’t get exposed.
I fall into a deep slumber after Mary and I pleasure each other, only to wake up a few hours later. I have been given a specific time to report to the training grounds of the Bloodbane pack. But as I lie there, still groggy from sleep, my mind keeps circling back to what Mary asked me to do.
She’s a sharp woman, always calculating, always knowing the right move to make. There’s no doubt she has a point.
But Amica–she’s the real problem. And even if I manage to get her out of the way, I doubt she’ll ever truly be gone.
Mary is right–Amca is sitting high on her throne, basking in a life she never even dared to dream of, while men go to war for her.
Who the hell does she think she is? She doesn’t deserve this power, this privilege. And I know, somewhere out there, she’s probably laughing at me, mocking me, because our husband has made it mandatory for me to join them in battle.
I know that Amica doesn’t pray for my return, but I will surprise her, and for this reason, I am considering taking Mary’s advice.
But how do I even get this Scarface man to know this?
We do not have any special means of communication. I only literally bump into him—or is it the other way around?
There is no way I can get to him. If I decide to leave now to share the information with him, there is no guarantee that I will find him. He might already be in Blackwater City. Who knows? That bastard moves quiet and quick.
Then I realize that I will need help. But do I really want to involve any member of my pack? Should I involve Cameron? If I do, that means I would have to share the same one million dollars with him. He would feel very entitled!
No, I should be able to do this alone. I don’t think I need anyone’s help. Like Mary said, I am strong and powerful… I can handle this.
I have to find a way around it. I don’t know how–maybe I will come up with something the moment I see the formation of the battle.
I get up from beside me, go take a shower, and drive out to meet with the Bloodbane pack training ground.
A long trail of convoys fills the whole ground, but I have not seen Deckard yet. Why the hell isn’t he here?
Oh, I wonder — maybe he is having his last shag with Amaka, or maybe he’s taking his sweet time like a little princess to the enemy.
I just hope that he has said his goodbyes to everyone that needs him to because if he hasn’t, he will wish that he did.
After waiting for almost two hours, watching the Gamma Warriors train and dozing off, finally, a man approaches me, asking why I am not training with the Gamma Warriors. I want to ask him who the fuck he thinks he is to speak to me in such a manner. I want to let him know that it is just a matter of hours before I finally become his master.
But his face does look familiar. I wonder where I have seen him before.
“I have done a lot of my training in my house territory p>
“Well, I hope you’re right because you will need it,” he says, then finally approaches the rest of the warriors. He sniffs.
I can tell that he holds a position in the pack because he seems to have a high head above his shoulders. He is à good–looking man, black hair and very masculine.
He seems to have a Bloodbane pack member in him, and then I remember that his familiar face is from the Apex circle. This is Deckard’s Beta.
Of course, he’s proud. He has been with Deckard for so long that now he assimilates his character. Lucky bastard.
“Let’s go,” he finally commands, and everyone starts to move in formation into their different assigned rides.
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4:14 PM
Chapter 116.
“You, come with me!” The Beta points at me. He commands and leads me to one of the coaster buses, and we both get in.
In the bus, it is just me, the Beta, and the driver.
Where the hell is Deckard? I wonder, my mind racing with possibilities.
As the trip begins, my anxiety grows. What game is he playing this time?
Why wouldn’t he come along with his men? Is he trying to set me up? Does he know what the plan is?
I find myself sweating, my thoughts spiraling, thinking of all the possible reasons why he wouldn’t join us. Every scenario feels worse than the last.
The uncertainty gnaws at me until I can’t
it in
Wymore. I am forced to voice my thoughts.
“I haven’t seen the half. Is he going to be joining us?” I ask, my voice steady despite my unease.
Silence.
No one gives me a response. It’s as if I don’t fully
exist.
I grit my teeth, my jaw tightening in frustration. I hate this guy. He is just a Beta, so why the hell is he acting like he’s greater than me?
Yes, I understand that the Bloodbane pack is powerful–one of the most feared in existence. Their Alpha is the master of all other Alphas. Even an ordinary Omega in their ranks holds more authority than warriors in lesser packs.
But that doesn’t give this Beta the right to treat me like I am beneath him. Does he even realize that I am now a member of the Apex circle? That I am no longer just some outsider?
The nerve of this bastard.
Such a cunt!
I decide to hold my peace while this storm rages within me. My mind is pacing, racing through every possibility. This was not the plan. Why is Deckard acting this way? Have I been discovered?
After what feels like an eternity, the bus finally comes to a halt. The door swings open, and there he is finally gracing us with his presence. No other than Alpha Deckard.
Something turns jelly in my heart the moment I see him. For a split second, I almost let out a pleased smile, but I catch myself just in time, forcing my expression into neutrality. No one can see that. No one must know.
As he steps into the bus, his scent engulfs the space–masculine, raw, and eccentric. It is overpowering, demanding attention.
“Alpha,” everyone choruses, including me.
“Let’s get this bastard!” he declares, his deep voice slicing through the air, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.