Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

The air in the room was thick with tension, punctuated by the heavy, labored breathing that echoed like a heartbeat. Tessa, acutely aware of Dominic’s intense nature, felt a surge of panic course through her veins. The unmistakable sounds of intimacy led her to believe that he was already entangled with Margaery.

In a moment of frantic clarity, she pushed the door open, her voice trembling as she began, “Dominic, I—” But the sight that met her eyes rendered her speechless.

Dominic stood before her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, his breath coming in ragged gasps, akin to a beast starved for its prey. “You’re back?” he rasped, the effects of the love potion coursing through him like wildfire.

The moment Tessa entered the room, it was as if a dam had broken within him. The last remnants of his self-control shattered, and he lunged at her, lifting her effortlessly and throwing her onto the bed. In an instant, he was upon her, fierce and primal, like a predator ready to claim its territory.

“Dominic! What is wrong with you?” Tessa cried out, pain radiating from where he had pushed her down. She struggled against him, her instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong, but his strength was overwhelming, fueled by the frenzy of the drug coursing through his system.

In a fleeting moment of clarity, he mistook her for Margaery, his voice dripping with possessive rage. “Margaery! You think you can have Prince Dashnell? I won’t allow it. Today, I take you. I’ll ruin you myself.” With those words, he began to tear at her clothes with ruthless desperation.

“Dominic, please! Stop! You need to think!” Tessa’s heart sank, a chill creeping through her as she realized the depth of his madness.

She had believed that Dominic’s feelings for Margaery had faded, yet here he was, consumed by a jealousy she never anticipated. The realization struck her like a cold wave: when he had asked, “You’re back?” it was Margaery he had been referring to, not her. Disgust and horror flooded her senses as she fought against him, panic rising within her.

But reason had fled Dominic. He pinned her limbs with ease, stripping her bare, claiming her with a brutal force that made her feel utterly helpless.

Tessa writhed beneath him, despair clawing at her heart as a single frantic thought pierced through the haze of fear: ‘Margaery? Where is Margaery? Wasn’t this trap meant for her?’

Cold sweat broke out across her skin, a sense of impending doom enveloping her. Yet, that too was soon drowned in the thick, drug-laden air that surrounded them, making it hard to think clearly.

*****

Meanwhile, just a short distance away in a narrow alley, a carriage stood still, a stark contrast to the chaos inside Pero Cela. Inside, Dashnell’s voice, soft yet strained with urgency, broke the silence. “Margaery, hold on just a little longer.”

But Margaery, lost in the throes of the drug’s influence, was beyond the reach of his words. She clung to him, feverishly pressing kisses against his neck, her hands desperately tugging at his clothing. “I need it. Help me,” she murmured, her voice laced with longing.

Dashnell sighed heavily, cradling her head with one hand while the other pressed firmly against her lower back, trying to comfort her. “I know. I know it burns. But not yet.”

A surge of cooling energy flowed from his palm, a gentle push against the invasive heat that threatened to consume her. Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, Margaery began to calm, her body relaxing into his embrace.

Outside the carriage, Adam observed the scene with a perplexed expression. “Your Highness, why didn’t you accept her?”

“Not yet,” Dashnell replied, his voice low and resolute. He refused to take advantage of her vulnerability; it would be a dishonor to her and to the feelings he harbored.

His gaze turned steely as he looked out into the night. “It’s time for the witness to act. Send Quinn.”

“Understood, Your Highness.” Adam snapped to attention, the weight of the moment settling in, before slipping away into the shadows.

*****

Back inside Pero Cela, the party was in full swing. Laughter and clinking cups filled the air, voices growing louder as the wine flowed freely, loosening tongues and emboldening the revelers.

Amidst the chaos, Joshua kept a watchful eye on the hourglass perched on a shelf nearby. ‘Time’s up,’ he thought, rising from his seat and feigning confusion. “Where has Dominic gone? He’s been absent for far too long.”

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