The 5-time Rejected Luna Queen
Chapter 60-2

"Damn it! Amelia, are you okay? Open the fucking door." Dexter yelled from outside, but the last thing I wanted was for him to see me this way,

"I’m f..." I tried to respond but instantly began throwing up again with my hands holding my stomach tightly. Fuck, maybe the alcohol was having bad effects on me at the moment. I could feel my head pounding so hard and my vision was starting to get blurry

I placed my hand on the toilet seat so I could control my breathing, ignoring Dexter’s bangs on the door,

"Amelia, talk to me, will you? I’m fucking worried." Dexter yelled from outside. Gathering enough strength, I rose to my feet and reached for the door but as soon as I opened it, I weakly fell into Dexter’s arms,

"What happened? Do you need a doctor?"

"Guar....." He tried to yell out to one of the wolves at the exit, but I stopped him, "I’m fine, Dexter; I just need to rest after having a long day. I’m really fine."

"Are you certain?"

I nodded my head weakly and he carried me in his arms, heading towards the stairs,

As soon as we got to the room, he gently laid me on the bed, and sat down close to me,

"You don’t have to sit and watch me sleep," I murmured weakly as I felt his fingers on my face. He tucked some strands of my hair behind my left head and responded,

"I want to, Amelia. I’m going to sleep close to you till you’re okay." He responded and without saying another word, I shut my eyes so I could sleep faster and not put so much meaning to the words he had just said now.

I woke up the next morning to an extremely clingy husband, and strangely, I loved it. I took a deep breath in, staring at myself in front of the mirror while getting ready for the duel between me and Scarlett.

There was no doubt that I was scared but I had learned one or two tricks from Clara and Dexter before today and I had worked so hard for this,

"Do you want me to cancel the duel? You really don’t have to if you don’t want to." Dexter uttered as he rose from the bed and began walking towards me. I shook my head in negation,

"No. I’d just be proving her right that I’m weak. Even if I lose, I won’t have any regrets." I responded, packing my hair in a bun,

"I’ll be fine, and I won’t lose," I uttered and began walking out of the room. As soon as I got out of the house, I met Clara coming in,

"Are you ready?" Clara muttered and I nodded my head,

"You win, and I have a surprise for you, Amelia. If that jerkhead isn’t here for you, then I’m here."