Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Darth

I rush toward the source of the loud thud, my heart pounding. When I reach the stairway, I see Mary sprawled at the bottom floor, her body curled in pain.

But she doesn’t stay down for long. She clutches her side for a moment, wincing, then begins to roll–slowly at first–before pushing herself upright. Her movements are sluggish, but she doesn’t stop.

“Mary, stop!” I command, She doesn’t.

Without hesitation, she stumbles to the door, wrenches it open, and bolts outside.

My patience finally snapped I’ve put up with her bullshit for too long

With a burst of super speed, I cut her off, appearing in front of her in an instant.

She freezes, breathing heavily with her Wide eyes meet mine, filled with shock–like she actually thought she could escape me.

“Scar…. please, I love you,” she chokes out, her voice trembling.

I let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You love me enough to damn me to a terrible future by giving me a child that isn’t mine?” I sneer.

“No! I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Mary gasps, staggering back, her hands trembling as she clutches her stomach. “Deep down, all I wanted was for you to love me!”

“Deep down hmm?” I let out a cruel smile. “Then let’s see what’s deep down there!”

Without hesitation, I unsheathe my claws and, with inhuman speed, slash through her belly. Flesh and muscle tear apart beneath my strike, and warm blood spills down her dress.

She lets out a strangled gasp, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t stop.

I plunge my claws deeper, seeking the bastard she dared to carry, and rip the zygote from her womb.

Mary chokes on a breath, her body convulsing as she collapses to the ground. Within seconds, she went still.

Everyone outside stops to stare. Dozens of eyes are locked on me, their faces twisted in horror.

I step forward, blood dripping from my hands, my voice thundering through the air. “Now, where the hell is that bastard Dane?”

The moment my words break the silence, everyone scatters, fleeing like terrified rats.

I turn sharply and storm back inside, my boots leaving red–stained prints in my wake. But when I reach the spot where I left him, Dane is nowhere to be found.

My rage erupts. “Where the hell is he?!” I roar, my voice shaking the walls.

“Easy, Darth,” she says.

“He ran away while you were dealing with Mary, did youu thinkn he would wait?” Cleopatra steps forward. Her calm voice vexes me.

“What?” I snap, barely containing my fury. “Why would you let that happen? Where the hell did he go?”

“I don’t know!” she says, “He ran for his life! I think he escaped through the castle gates.”

My fists clench. “What the hell, Cleopatra! You could’ve stopped him! What do you have your powers for?!”

She shrugs, unbothered. “Why would I waste my energy on a fool like him?”

I let out a low, frustrated growl. “Damn it.”

She sighs, crossing her arms. “Look, we have limited guards at the gates. You might not find him now, but you will–sooner or later.”

Her words do nothing to soothe the storm inside me. I feel nothing for Mary, not anymore. But the thought that she carried my child… That alone was enough to make me care.

And now, Amica–my Luna–has escaped, and I have no idea where she is.

And my heir… my supposed heir… was never even mine.

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Chapter 165

Fuck.

I walk into my chambers, the weight of everything crashing down on me.

Without bothering to clean the blood off my hands, I drop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The scent of iron lingers in the air, a reminder of what just happened.

What a miserable existence.

It isn’t enough that I’ll never know true love–no, fate has to twist the knife deeper. I had already accepted that love wasn’t meant for me, but to be deceived by someone I deemed worthy? That cuts deeper than any blade.

I was denied love from the start. My father never gave it to me—he was too busy showering it on someone he saw as better, more deserving. And now, history repeats itself.

It infuriates me. It breaks me. That someone as powerful, as formidable as I am, could have his heart shattered by people who don’t even come close to matching my strength.

But as I drown in this storm of mourning and anger, a realization strikes me.

This is why I became what I am.

This is why I forged myself into something untouchable.

I don’t have the luxury of devastation. I don’t have the weakness of heartbreak.