Dana POV

　　With every fiber of my being, I yearned to exact vengeance upon him, to unleash the pent-up fury that simmered just beneath the surface. And yet, as my hand brushed against the knife concealed within my pocket, I found myself hesitating, my resolve faltering in the face of a love that refused to die.

　　But his whispered confession uttered so softly that it seemed to hang in the air between us, stirred no response within me. "I miss you," he confessed, his words falling upon deaf ears as I stood before him, numb to the emotions that threatened to engulf me.

　　A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I observed Ares's stoic facade, a testament to the emotional distance that had grown between us in the wake of our tumultuous past.

　　"And I am heartbroken because the love of my life just broke up with me, all because I am unable to bear a child," I confessed, my voice tinged with a hint of bitterness as I laid bare the wounds that still festered within me. But Ares remained impassive, his expression betraying no hint of sympathy or remorse.

　　"I don't even care about a child," he responded coolly, his touch grazing the side of my cheek in a gesture that made me recoil, discomfort coursing through me like a tangible force. Swiftly, I removed his hand, my resolve hardening in the face of his indifference.

　　"Thanks for the food," I murmured, my tone polite but distant as I acknowledged his gesture of kindness.

　　"Can I at least eat the food without someone watching me? It kinda feels weird," I added, a note of exasperation creeping into my voice as I sought to assert my autonomy in the face of his unwelcome advances.

　　He gulped, "Sure. You can call me if you need something. I will give it to you." He said with a small smile, showing his dimples.

　　Just like Bathel.

　　He walks out of the room, leaving me. I cannot help but feel hungry and quickly eat the food.

　　As the second day dawned upon me within the confines of the Moon Stone Pack, I found myself grappling with a sense of detachment that bordered on apathy. Bathel's betrayal, his callous abandonment of our love in favor of societal expectations, should have elicited a torrent of emotions- grief, anger, heartache. And yet, I remained strangely immune to the pain, my heart encased in an icy shell that refused to thaw.

　　Instead of dwelling on the past, my thoughts were consumed by a singular desire for retribution. Blaire's presence in the pack's dungeon presented an opportunity- one that I was determined to seize with both hands. But as I mulled over potential plans and strategies, a conversation drifted to my ears, drawing my attention away from my plotting.

　　"Why is she back after she made her official departure back then?" one voice questioned, its tone laced with uncertainty and apprehension.

　　"Right, the Alpha brought her, but we haven't seen the Luna since for how many days? It's kind of scary," another voice chimed in, echoing the sentiments of unease that seemed to permeate the pack.

　　"Well, I do not care. The Luna is a bitch so if she's dead, then good for her," came the callous retort, the words sending a chill down my spine as I listened in silence.

　　Though the conversation held no direct relevance to my plans, the underlying animosity toward Blaire served as a stark reminder of the rifts that had torn the pack apart. As I pondered the implications of their words, a flicker of determination ignited within me, fueling my resolve to see my plans through to fruition, regardless of the cost.

　　As I descended into the depths of the dungeon, a sense of purpose coursed through me, driving me forward with a steely resolve that brooked no hesitation. The words of my fellow pack members faded into the background, their significance diminished in the face of my singular mission.

　　Xia's voice echoed within me, a faint whisper of concern tinged with fear, but I paid it little heed. For in that moment, nothing else mattered but the task that lay before me- a task born of years of suffering and betrayal, a task that demanded retribution for the pain that had been inflicted upon me.

　　As I approached the cell where Blaire lay, her form huddled on the cold stone floor, a sense of satisfaction blossomed within me. "What are you even doing, Dana?" Xia's voice trembled with apprehension, but I brushed aside her doubts with a dismissive smile.

　　"Hi, dear..." I greeted Blaire with false sweetness, relishing the flicker of fear that danced in her eyes as she jolted awake at the sound of my voice.

　　Blaire's futile attempts to break free from her confines only served to fuel my amusement, her desperation a stark contrast to the facade of control she had always projected.

　　"How dare you," she seethed, her voice laced with venom as she struggled against the invisible barrier that held her captive. "What the hell are you doing here!?" she demanded, her eyes ablaze with fury.

　　I couldn't suppress the smirk that tugged at the corners of my lips, relishing in the power I held over her at that moment. "You should ask your husband who comes begging for my love again," I taunted, my words cutting through the air like a knife.

　　Her jaw clenched with indignation, her composure slipping as she struggled to maintain her facade of superiority. "You're just talking shit!" she spat, her voice tinged with desperation.