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Chapter 125
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I wait, growing more anxions with each passing second, feeling the tension rise inside me=more than even Deckard and his warriors. I know that if the Scarface man doesn’t show up, it will be disastrous for me. My money and reputation are on the line.
Finally, he appears but not in any way anyone would have predicted.
The battle that e t never wanted to be part of. But the Scarface man, he’s no
someone you can predict. 1le’s dark, and sinister
It’s almost laughable how Deckard thought he could defeat him so easily. Deckard’s arrogance is his downfall, and it’s satisfying to see his cocky pride get a dose of reality.
When the Scarface man arrives, everything shifts for me. I see my opportunity and grab it. Deckard and his men are fully occupied–hands and legs literally tied up. But I wait, hidden, patiently biding my time.
When Scarface and Deckard finally face off, my eyes struggle to withstand the blinding light and the raw surge of energy that blasts from the circle. The wind is brutal, but I hold my ground, my eyes locked on the scene, waiting for the victor to emerge.
I watch with my own eyes as Deckard loses his mind in the whirlwind. In that moment, I know he won’t survive. My fortune has turned in
my
favor
Without hesitation, I slip away from the battle, to seek out the rogues who aren’t engaged in combat, those lurking on the edges, waiting. Without wasting a second, I tell them. “Scarface’s new order head to Deckard’s castle and take his Luna”
There’s no need for further explanation. The moment the words leave my mouth, more men gather. After all, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to storm the great Alpha Deckard’s castle and bring it down?
To ensure our entry into the city, I have the men disguise themselves in the uniforms of the fallen Gamma warriors. A perfect deception.
Hot one thing I am certain of–Scarface has no interest in Deckard’s position or wealth. He is the king of rogues, and rogues have no desire to be confined by pack laws or community rules.
My plan is simple–hand Amica over to the rogues, send her off to Scarface, collect my money, and see what treasures the castle has to offer. But for a moment, I get carried away.
The realization hits me like a drug. I can have my money, my power things I only dreamed ofand to top it off. I can have Amica back.
Seeing her again after all this time stirs something deep inside me. Her skin is fuller, fairer, glowing like it did when we were newly in love–when we were obsessed with each other. Until she stopped enticing me.
But now? Now, she’s been pampered, showered with the wealth of the Moodbane pack. And worst of all, she’s been with Deckard–countless times. The thought of him touching her, claiming her, filling her up–damn. The fire in my gut twists into something dark, something raw. It turns me the
fuck on
I know he’s dead now, but I’ll keep his memory alive–with Amica as my souvenir. Yes, she will stay. She will remain here, a living reminder of him. Stepping into the castle, watching everyone scramble in fear, fills me with a rush unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Power. Absolute power.
To be the new Deckard To have every alpha in Blackwater and beyond bowing before me, my name on their lips, my cock in their throats. The thought alone sends waves of pleasure coursing through me,
Fuck
Luckily, Mary let us in while the guards were busy interrogating Stubborn at the gate. That old bitch–thinking she could hold on to my money like it belonged to her, Such a pathetic, laughable creature. She’s lucky she didn’t waste more of my time handing it over.
Deskard always rammed himself like he was some untouchable, all knowing leader, but look at him now. He took his strongest warriors into battle. leaving only the weak behind to defend this place, What a joke. And there aren’t even enough of them to put up a real fight
It’s crim–Deckard never expected to fall. Never saw it coming
And that’s what makes his downfall even sweeter
To be fair, nonne could have casually strolled into the castle under normal circumstances
easted The city is leavily guarded, fortress of cerurity Any enemy attempting to breach its walls would have to fight through routiple layers of protective gates and survive the unyielding defrise before even dreaming of setting foot inside the castle
fit for us it was different Luch was on our side. We didn’t need to break through the city’s defenses because we arrived in the very saitie cars the Opana waffiore had used to leave for triste We were their uniforms disguising carselves as their ow
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It was almost too easy. When we reached the protective gates, the guards barely glanced at us. In fact, they cheered us on from the entrance of the city, celebrating what they thought were their warriors returning victorious. Fools.
And now, here I stand, taking in my new reality. I am the new Deckard.
But Amica is hiding. Does she really believe she can hide from me forever?
As the Gamma warriors deal with the weaklings–the servants, the elders, and the pitiful soldiers who dare to resist–I scan the battlefield unfolding within the castle walls. My men are cutting them down like grass, overpowering them with ease. Yet, amidst the chaos, one warrior catches my
attention.
A particular Gamma. He fights relentlessly, refusing to surrender. His strikes are swift, precise, deadly. I watch as he takes down several of the rogues, one after another, his blade cutting through them without hesitation. Blood stains his hands, but he does not falter. Unlike the others, he is not backing down.
Who the hell is he?
He’s already on his sixth rogue, cutting them down with ruthless precision. I narrow my eyes, watching him closely, realizing that if I don’t act soon, he’ll reach me next.
But he’s too caught up in the fight.
Seizing the moment, I creep behind him, my steps silent against the blood–soaked floor. Then, with a swift, deliberate motion, I drive my sword deep into his thigh before yanking it out.
He grunts at the pain, his blood spilling freely onto the ground–but it doesn’t stop him. With sheer determination, he finishes off the rogue he was already fighting, slicing through him before finally turning to face me.
Now he’s limping, weakened, and I know I can kill him easily.
I decide to toy with him first. Flicking my sword with calculated cruelty, I stab him in different places, watching his reactions, savoring the way his body flinches with each wound. His face twists in pain, but I can see where his real concern lies–the deep gash on his thigh. And he should be worried. If he doesn’t tend to it soon, he’ll bleed out in less than an hour.
Smirking, I drive my boot hard against that same wound. He cries out, collapsing to the ground.
And that’s when I hear it.
A cry from inside.
Her.
It amuses me that I don’t even have to search for her–she comes to me on her own.
Amica rushes forward, her face twisted with worry, her eyes locked on the wounded warrior at my feet. The concern in her gaze is almost touching- Almost
I smirk, gripping my sword tighter, If she cares about him so much, then I’ll use that against her. “Do as I say, or he dies,” I tell her.
But the fool on the ground won’t shut up. Even with blood spilling from his wounds, he still finds the strength to defy me. He grits his teeth, his voice hoarse yet firm. “Don’t listen to him,” he tells her. “Don’t obey him p>
I roll my eyes.
I don’t have time for this shit.
Without another thought, I drive my sword straight through his neck, watching as his body setzes up before going limp. His blood pools at my feet. has miserable life snuffed out in an instant
I look up at Amics, expecting to see shock, maybe horror. But she should know by now—I still have plenty of others to threaten her with. This Karne is just getting started, and I’m enjoying every second of it.
The rooty is silent, bravy with fear 1 scan their faces the workers, the maids, the helpless onlookers. Their eyes are filled with terror, staring at me as if I am something beyond human And in a way, I am.
A g
Their god
I am the one who holds their fate in my hands, the one who decides who lives and who dies.
Amica should know this better than anyone she has always been wrak, to soft hearted, too fuolish. She would never let anyone get hurt which makes her easy to control
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Unlike Mary.
Mary is different–fierce, ruthless, unbothered by the suffering of others. She understands power.
Amica never will. And that’s why she will always be beneath me.
AD