Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Mary
The bonding ceremony is today. Every step Brings Amica closer to fieckard, and Traunot allow that happen. I refuse to sit idly by while she takes what is rightfully mine. Deckard is my man, my destiny, and if the Moon Goddeu won’t favor me, I’ll take matters into any teen hands.
Amica don’t belong here. She’s an outsider, a disgrace. Mar’s not worthy of being 1 an adulteress who failed in her preden marringr tainted by betrayal. And yes, the park welori her like alie’s warme kind of saving fra infuriating
Tve devida plan to put an end to this
raile. A jdan berget her out ad the picture bu grual
The bonding drink–a red conction shared by the Alpha and his Loma–will be my weapon. It’s the final step in solidifying their union, feat isn’t served until the ceremony is complete. I’ve been careful, staying out of sight, avoiding sinspicion. After all, 1 konw this castle better than the ever will Every secret passage, every unspoken ride–this place is mine.
While the rest of the pack prepares for the grand event, I make my move. Slipping into the slidenes, I heard toward the chamber where the ceremonial drink is kept. If I can alter it, even slightly, it will all unravel. Annica will be exposed for what the tndy is weak, unworthy, and undeserving
Deckard will see through her lies. Hell realize that I am the only or fit to stapel by his side.
This is my moment. My destiny. Nothing will stoji me from claiming what is rigdiffully minir p>
I summoned one of the servants I trust the itat, saneone whose loyalty to mar is unquestionable. With careful precision, I instructed her to prepare a specul dunk for the Lana—a drink that would pass as the barsling drink but laced with something extra, something podent. It would ensure that Amica disgraces benell before the ceremony even begins.
The servant nodded obediently, not daring to questirin ipe. I’ve spent years cultivating this network of loyalty among the staff. Most of them are under my dumb, and laboudit any would dare dely me. Soon enough, the task was carried out with precision. The “bonding drink” was served to Amica, and any servant confirmed that she drank every dep
The next step of my plan involved her inated Carmina warrior. I sent for him under the guise of an urgent message. A fale command, supposedly from Deckard, instructed libn to escort Amica to the ceremony and ensure her safety. The irony of it made me smile–her protector would Junknowingly deliver her right indo dar lieart of my scheme.
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plans were in motion, I named my attention to my appearance. The bending ceremony may celebrate them, but I would make sure eyes were on me. I selected a white silk dress that chúng to my curves perfectly, a dress so stunning it could rival that of a brale. My makeup was bold and sinking, every detail crafted to distract and captivate.
When Deckard seri
sers me, he’ll question everything. The Moon Coldess may have chosen her, but she doesn’t know him like I do. She doesn’t belong heie, and soon enough, everyone will see it. Tuntiglit, I’ll make sure of it.
This should be my ceremony. My flowers. My audiener. My moment. And yet, here I am, watching it all be handed over to a stranger who doesn’t deserve it.
But not for long. If everything goes according to plan, this entire charade
de will come crashing down in spectacular fashion.
Deckard, the love of my life, stoel near the altar, commanding attention without even trying His aura of authority radiated across the hall, drawing everyor’s guer. In rugged handsomeness and sheer dominance made my lady respond in ways I couldn’t ignore. How could Amica even begin to understand a man like him? She didn’t deserve his love, his power, lils protection–not the way I did.
Telenched my fists, steatlying my resolve. Soon, this little farer would unravel. The Laina–no, the imposter–would find herself caught in a dishonoralde position with that Gamma fool, all thanks to my carefully ondiestrated plan. Deckard’s pride would be shattered, And when that happens, he will seek sodace–comfort–in the arms of somenar who truly loves him. Tonight, Deckard will remember who he belongs to. Not her.
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That my lower lips, my mind swirling with thoughts of how Deckard’s anger would eventually be channeled into me–how he’ll unleash that sinem on y lly tonight, turning his fury into raw passion
The ceremony was already unraveling as unease spread among the crowd. Deckard’s jaw tightened, his eyes scanning g the room for any sign of the Lana. The murmurs were growing louder
Where is the Lana? ” someone yelled from the back, their voice sharp with Impatience.
Bria, ever the problem, stood from her seat, determined to play hero. “I’ll go and get her,” she said, her tone annoyingly self–assured.
Touldn’t let that happen. Biria was too loyal, ton careful–she’d cover up whatever scandal was unfolding. My plan relied on Deckard sering
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everything with his own eyes.
“I think the Alpha should go himself, I interjected smoothly, my voice laced with fake concern. “She could be shy or afraid. No one else should approach her but him p>
I saw it then the spark of anger flickering in Deckard’s eyes. The suggestion struck home. I knew him well enough to know that his pride, his control wouldn’t allow him to ignore this. He couldn’t stomach the idea of his Luna hiding from him on their bonding day.
The tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed at his sides, told me my plan was working. The crowd’s murmurs turned into restless whispers, and Deckard’s growing fury was palpable.
It was perfect. Soon, he’d see his so–called Luna in a compromising position, and that simmering anger would boil over the whole pack would ser her for what she truly is
And when it all came crashing down, I’d be here. Waiting
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