Chapter Forty-nine

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She dropped it, and I didn't know what 'it' was, but I soon realized as it ignited and set off a fire. At that very moment, Harry chose to charge at me, throwing a powerful punch that I narrowly dodged. I retaliated with a powerful punch of my own. This man thought I would let him escape? Not a chance.

I managed to grab him and slammed him onto the deck, a fierce battle of fists ensuing. He unleashed his wings and delivered a sharp slap to my face. I staggered but refused to stay down. We grappled and rolled across the ship, heedless of the fact that it was sinking. I realized that we were in a race against time.

Finally, I managed to gain the upper hand, subduing him. He glared at me hatefully.

"Surrender the crown to me, because either way, I'm still going to kill you, bitch," he growled.

"Oh, you still want me to surrender? Why don't you just go ahead and kill me? I told you this was my fight," I replied, my defiance unwavering.

I released a bolt of fire and thrust it into his ribs, causing him to scream in agony. I tossed him aside and struggled to my feet, desperate to find my husband.

"Damien!" I screamed, frantically searching the area. "Damien?"

"I'm right here," came my husband's voice from somewhere nearby. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived.

Harry seized me, and worse, a gun was aimed at my beloved husband. This was precisely why I had urged him to stay home. Now, this psycho had him in her sights.

"Give him the damn crown," she ordered.

"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" I asked, incredulous.

"His girlfriend. You know, we didn't want it to come to this," she replied.

"You want the crown, or do you want him? Because if you truly loved him, the crown wouldn't matter," I retorted, anger boiling within me.

The bitch glared at me.

"Shut up, bitch. I love him, and whatever he wants is what I want too," she spat back, her features cold and merciless.

"Kneel," I commanded, and she immediately fired a bullet into my husband's chest.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I saw the bullet strike him. My heart clenched, but there was something unusual. I felt a scratch, not the searing pain of a gunshot wound. I flicked my hand, and the bullet fell harmlessly to the ship's deck.

"You're all doomed," I declared, my anger growing. I grabbed Harry by the throat and unleashed my powers. "I'm the queen. Everything I've become today was earned through hard work and battles. You don't just take what doesn't belong to you."

Suddenly, the ship creaked, and I realized it was sinking. But I couldn't lose control now. I released Harry, and we both fell to the ground as the ship tilted. My wings were pinned beneath something, causing immense pain. I had to get them free, especially with the ship rapidly descending into the water. I struggled, desperately trying to free my wings. Finally, they were released, and I could fly.

I immediately flew upward, away from the ship to see if I could find Damien. I didn't see him anywhere, but amidst the chaos of fire, people screaming and jumping aboard, all I saw was Monica, or the woman claiming to be her, being helped by my underboss.

My eyebrows furrowed at the strangeness of that situation. It was as if he had completely forgotten about me. But I didn't dwell on it. I needed to get Damien out of here, and fast.

I continued my frantic search for my husband, but then Harry attacked, throwing a punch. This man was relentless. I rushed to counter his attack, delivering a well-deserved punch and a sharp slap. However, in the midst of our struggle, I felt something plunge into my stomach. I gasped, my vision wavering.

"You forgot about my blade," Harry taunted, his face twisted in a sinister grin.

However, I smirked at him, unfazed by the pain that was going through me.

"I only spared you because you were important to Owen at some point in your lives, but I'm not sparing you now. You tried to hurt him and my husband, so you're going to die," I hissed, plunging my clawed hand into his chest and ripping out his heart. I glared at him as I held it in my hands. "Sleep."

He fell onto the floor of the ship, and the ship collapsed. I flew low to the ground, and pulled the blade from my stomach, grimacing at the sharp, stabbing pain. But there was no time to waste; I had to find Damien and make sure he was OK.

"Damien!" I called out again, panic creeping into my voice. I was met with silence.

"We need to go," Carson, unexpectedly, appeared by my side.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I'm here to ensure your safety, Hannah. This ship is going to explode in the next five minutes," he explained urgently.

I surveyed the tilting deck and realized he was right.

"You have to come with us."

"And let the damn ship explode? I don't think so. I'm not leaving without my husband. Do you understand me, Carson?" I declared fiercely.

Carson lowered his head, knowing there was no arguing with me. "I'll help you find him."

I focused my senses, tapping into our unique connection, and heard Damien's faint whisper. Using my newfound strength, I pushed through the wreckage, following the sound of his heartbeat. I located him trapped among the debris.

"Damien," I whispered as I worked to free him. "I love you."

He gave me a playful smirk and an eye roll.

"Yeah, right."

"Maybe that's why I disobey you," I teased.

But I knew this situation would leave a significant scar. I pushed aside everything trapping him, despite the challenging circumstances of a collapsing ship. I couldn't leave without my husband.

Once Damien was free, Carson assisted us, carrying most of Damien's weight as we made our escape from the sinking and burning ship. Soon, we reached dry land, and I rushed Damien to my hospital for treatment. But before I departed, I checked on my loyal team, who had remained steadfast during the chaos, getting everyone out safely.

"My Queen," they chorused as they bowed.

"You may rise," I instructed them and they did so as I turned to Kenneth, a frown marring my features. "Kenneth, everyone needs to be treated if they're injured, and prepared to mourn those we lost."

"We lost twenty soldiers but recovered fifty from Harry's side who are ready to swear their loyalty to us. Thirty of our soldiers were injured, but they're being cared for, and their abilities are aiding in their healing," Kenneth reported.

"For someone who just emerged from a wall, you're rather chipper," I remarked sarcastically.

His eyebrows rose at the comment, and he began to defend himself.

"I'm sorry, but was I the one who—"

I cut off his argument with a slight glare and a shake of my head. His mouth abruptly shut with a click as he prepared to listen to me.

"I know. I forgot about you," he admitted.

"Stand up," I said, helping him to his feet. "Get ready. This... This is your time to take care of your team"

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