Chapter 115
Mary
Of course, Amica! The reason for everything wrong in my life. That idiot!
I wish I could kill her!
Because of her, I have lost the only important thing in my life. I cannot sit back and let this bitch ruin everything I have worked for. I have to do something! She has to die, but how do I make that happen without arousing suspicion? Deckard can never know that I have anything to do with it. After all, I killed their heir, and they all blamed it on the kidnappers.
If she dies this time, we will find something else to blame it on.
Now, Deckard is throwing me out of the castle. Me. Is this what I get after everything I have done for him? I loved him! Worshipped him! And this is my reward? Why would he treat me like this? I don’t deserve this!
But it is not over. Not yet. I just need time. I will buy time, I will remain in the castle, I will find a way to stay in the same wing as Amica. She thinks she has won?
Fuck her.
I feel like I have lost Deckard. The way he spoke to me, cold and dismissive, without a shred of care for my feelings–it’s as if that soft spot he once had for me has completely disappeared. It stings, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t over yet. I refuse to let some pathetic little outsider take what is mine.
Deckard will be going to battle with the rogues tomorrow, which means I have an entire day to do whatever I want, undisturbed. And I know exactly what I need to do.
Dane.
Maybe he can help me finally get rid of Amica for good. He has connections, and most importantly, he’s in contact with Scarface. I don’t know why that rogue bastard is so interested in Amica–maybe he has a sick obsession with her, or maybe he just wants to hurt Deckard in the worst way possible. Either way, it works in my favor.
If she dies, it won’t come back to me. And that is all that matters.
my mind already started working through every possibility as I make my way to Dane’s place.
When I arrive at Dane’s house, I immediately sense something is off. He’s restless, pacing the room like a caged animal.
“What’s wrong? You seem tense,” I say, watching him closely.
He stops, turning his gaze on me.
“You don’t understand, Mary!” Dane’s voice is tight with frustration as he paces back and forth, “Deckard is playing games with me, and this is all wrong. I shouldn’t be in that battle. I did my part, but he still hates me. He wants me dead.”
His madness is suffocating, but I don’t have time for his self–pity. Rolling my eyes, I snap, “Hey, chill! What the hell is wrong with you? So what if you’re going to battle? You’re an Alpha, aren’t you?”
Dane stops pacing, his jaw tight with anger. “This isn’t my fight, Mary! I have no reason to be caught in the middle of their war. It has nothing to do
with me!”
I step closer, lowering my voice so that my words slither into his ears like venom.
“You had better get yourself together, Dane, because you have a mission to help me accomplish, and I don’t care about your whining.” I lean in, my nails digging into his arm just enough to make him feel it. “You need to help me get rid of Amica once and for all.”
Dane’s expression wavers, but I don’t give him a chance to protest
“Tell Scarface that you can deliver Amica to him without trouble. Tell him that.” I command “And while you’re at it, get him to give you a few soldiers to bring to the castle. The strongest warriors will be at the battle, so the rogues should have no problem dealing with the weak ones left behind.”
I stopped after i notices that he zoned out.
“Hey!” I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening to me?”
Dane blinks, shaking himself from his daze. “Yes,” he mutters.
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“Look, I only came up with this plan less than an hour ago after seeing how bad things are, but trust me–it’s going to work. I’m sure of it.”
“Okay, okay…” he says, still looking unsure.
I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “Listen, I’ve thought it through. You need to strike a deal with Scarface to get Amica before Deckard kills him -because we both know he will. And the best part? Scarface doesn’t even have to know it’s you. Send one of your men. No one needs to trace this back to you.”
Dane stays silent, but I see the gears turning in his head.
“You could even do it for a ransom,” I add, playing to his greed. “I know you like ransoms, Dane.”
His eyes flicker with something–hesitation, maybe–but I don’t let up.
“I don’t care how you do it,” I continue, my voice sharp. “I just need it done before Deckard gets to him. And once those men take Amica, I don’t care what happens to her. She just doesn’t come back here. Got it?”
“But I don’t have any connection to the Scarface man. I just happened to come across the information,” Dane says.
I roll my eyes. “Really? Come on, Dane. You know exactly who you’re talking to. I don’t know what kind of arrangement you have with him, but I know you’re not innocent. So figure it out.”
“Look, Mary, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But even if I help you, what do I get in return?” He tilts his head, faking cluelessness.
I let out a dry laugh. “Your head, scumbag. Don’t you get it?” I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You can ditch the battle. In fact, you don’t even have to get your hands dirty. We both know you’re no warrior. Just look at you–shaking at the thought of facing Deckard’s enemies tomorrow.”
Dane swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You have to do this, Dane. You don’t have a choice.”
He nods slowly, resigned.
“Good.” I smile, placing a hand on his cheek. “Now come, let me bless you with a bit of my good luck–just like I do for Deckard.”
It’s been forever since Deckard touched me, and for some reason, it only makes me crave Dane more. He’s been filling that space–eager, desperate, like a starving man chasing scraps.
The moment he sees me, he runs over like an excited little boy, pulling me into a kiss.
Watching him like this unsettles me. He’s too anxious, too fragile. Will he even make it back with Deckard? Probably not. But if he follows my plan, he won’t have to fight at all.
And yet.. why do I worry about him more than Deckard?
Maybe because I know Deckard. He’s the Alpha of Alphas. He always returns. He is power itself. But Dane? He doesn’t have that strength. I doubt he could even win a proper duel.
What he does have is cunning–enough to slither through situations where brute force would fail. It’s brought him this far. Hopefully, it’ll take him
further.
Besides… I do enjoy his company.
He kissed me like a man starved of love, his lips desperate. Something about this moment felt different too emotional, too intimate–like he was more than just an escape,
I wrapped my arms around him, letting myself sink into his warmth as he trailed soft kisses down my neck. My body responded, shivering under his touch as his hands explored, slow tracing over my curves like he was committing them to memory.
Never had I imagined a moment like this with Dane. What is this feeling?
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my gown, lifting it slowly. His fingers found a way between my thighs, parting my G–string, I let out a soft moan, already slick with need as he circled my clit, teasing, playing.
my head tilting back as I surrendered to the sensation.
And then, everything shifted.
In a flash, he spun me around, pinning me to the wall with a force that sent a thrill rushing through me. His lips pressed hot against my neck, his breath heavy with urgency. I felt his hands fumble at his belt, his need pressing against me, undeniable,
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Yes this is the Dane i know!
As soon as he got it out, he spread me apart and inserted himself into my already wet pussy. His hands squeezed my breasts and moved up to my neck, choking me as he fucked me like a little slut, and surprisingly, I liked it.
“Oh, Dane. Yes, fuck me like a little whore!” I moaned.
“Yes, give me some of that good luck you share with Deckard… smear my cock with your juicy blessing…” he moaned in my ear, that and shit set me on fire.
I could feel myself dripping down my thighs.
“Oh yeah, Mary, I can feel that… let me taste it!”
He turned me around to face him.
“Spread those that pussy apart…” he commanded.
And I obeyed like a little slave.
He kneeled before me like he was praying for my blessing and buried his head between my plums, while I placed my hand on his head, holding onto his short hair as he gave me pleasure.
He took in all my juice like-
“Oh, Dane! Yes…” I cried, unable to contain the pleasure.
Dane lifted his head from where it had been buried, his breath hot against my skin. Without a word, he hoisted me off the ground and onto the bed, pinning me beneath him as he thrust deep inside me, grunting like a wounded animal.
“Tell me the things you would tell Deckard on a night like this… oh, speak to me, Mary,” he exhaled, his voice raw with need.
“Oh yes, baby, you are so strong and powerful, Dane… you would-”
He cut me off with a kiss, swallowing my words.
“Call me Deckard,” he whispered against my lips.
For a split second, I hesitated. It was strange–but if I were being honest, I wished it was Deckard right now. And I loved where this was going.
“You are so strong and powerful… Deckard,” I moaned, running my hands down his back. “I love you, baby… You would take the heads of all your enemies and make them a spectacle… Oh, Deckard-”
Dane groaned louder, his grip on me tightening as my body clenched around him.
“Oh yes Deckard!” I squailed feeling my climax coming and soon I erupt In a pool of juice while I feel Dane losing control, his cum spilling into me as I gasped beneath him, lost in the moment.
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