(Marku's Pov)
I watched as Lucian walked out of the room, the door closing behind him with a bang. My
hands balled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my
expression neutral. I could feel the rage simmering beneath my skin, threatening to boil over,
but I wouldn't let it. Not yet.
That damn woman, Amelia, was going with him. Lucian had chosen her, despite everything
I'd done to break her, to mould her into someone who couldn't stand on her own, let alone be
a Luna. And now she was going to be the regional Luna? The idea made my blood run cold.
All my years of work, all the sacrifices I'd made to ensure she stayed beneath me, were
crumbling before my eyes.
I turned away from the door and began to pace the length of the room, my mind racing.
Amelia was supposed to be mine to control, mine to command. I'd spent years chipping
away at her spirit, making sure she understood her place. She was weak, broken,a perfect
servant, never meant to rise above her station. That's why I rejected her. She couldn't even
shift, for Moon's sake! How could someone like that ever be fit to stand by my side? She was
a liability, a stain on my legacy.
Lucian had no idea what he was getting into. He didn't know the depths of Amelia's
weakness, how easily she could be manipulated, how she'd crumble if pushed hard enough.
But that wasn't what worried me most. No, what gnawed at my insides like a relentless
hunger was the thought that she might tell him. That she might finally break her silence and
reveal everything she knew.
My steps faltered as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead. She knew too much. There
were things I'd done, secrets I'd kept buried deep, things that could ruin me if they ever
came to light. And now, with Lucian at her side, she had the power to destroy everything I'd
built. The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine, a fear I hadn't felt in years clawing its
way to the surface.
I gritted my teeth, forcing the fear back down where it belonged. No, I couldn't afford to
panic. Not now. I still had control, still had options. I just needed to think, to plan. Amelia
might be with Lucian now, but she wasn't out of my reach. I still had leverage, still had ways
to keep her in line.
And then there was the conversation she'd had with my beta. A conversation that, if she ever
told Lucian, could shatter the fragile trust he had in me. I could almost see it,Lucian's fury,
his realisation that he'd been played, that the very man he'd tolerated in his ranks was the
one who'd been plotting against him all along.
I clenched my jaw, my mind racing through the possibilities. What if her wolf resurfaces and
she remembers everything?What if she told him? What if she finally broke and spilled
everything? I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let her ruin me. Not after everything I'd done
to get this far. I needed to act, and fast.
Yet, even as panic nipped at the edges of my control, another thought took root. Amelia
might be with Lucian now, but that didn't mean I couldn't use her. I still had a plan, still had
options. Lucian's faith in her could be the very thing that brings him down.
With a cold smile, I considered my next move. Let them believe they were safe, that they
had the upper hand. Because when the time was right, when they least expected it, I would
strike. And when that happened, Lucian would realise just how wrong he'd been to trust her
I still had a plan. I'd always had a plan. Lucian and Amelia might think they were safe, that
they could move forward without consequences, but they were wrong. I wasn't finished yet.
I stopped pacing and stood still, my breath coming in slow, controlled waves. I couldn't let
them see my fear. I needed to play this carefully, to make sure they never saw what was
coming. And when the time was right, when they least expected it, I would strike.
A cold smile curled at the corners of my lips as I considered my options. There were still
ways to win, still ways to ensure that Amelia and Lucian paid for their defiance. The pieces
were all in place; I just needed to move them. I just needed to be patient, to wait for the
perfect moment.
And when that moment came, when they finally realised what I was capable of, it would be
too late. The regional Luna? Not if I had anything to say about it.
I turned on my heel and strode to the window, looking out at the night sky. The moon hung
high above, its cold light casting long shadows across the ground. It was a reminder, a
symbol of the power I still held, even in the face of this unexpected turn. They might have
thought they'd won, but they hadn't even begun to understand the game they were playing.
Let them have their moment, let them believe they were safe. Because when I finally made
my move, it would be the last thing they ever saw coming.
With one final glance at the moon, I stepped away from the window, my resolve hardening
into steel. I had work to do, preparations to make. The pieces were in place, and soon
enough, they would all fall where I needed them to.
And then, Amelia would learn what it meant to cross me.
But for now, I would let them think they were winning. I would let them believe they had the
upper hand. After all, the sweetest victories were the ones where your enemies never saw
you coming.