Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 1

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Amica.

My mate’s fist slams into my cheek with such brutal force that I stumble back. I didn’t see it coming. One moment, I’m calmly carrying his morning tea; the next, the tray is knocked from my hands, and the scalding liquid splashes across my lap. Quickly, my skin turns red…one would think fire was seared into my skin.

I let out a scream, scrambling on the ground in pain.

“You worthless thing! Can’t even do one thing right, can you!?” His voice is venom, a far cry from the man I once knew.

I clutch at my lap, shifting my dress to try and ease the sting. Yet, before I can even breathe, his fingers dig into my arm, yanking me up from the floor. Dane towers over me and his hold is excruciating.

I don’t recognize him anymore. Where are those soft eyes that used to look at me with love? His golden-brown hair, always soft to the touch, is now dishevelled, like that of a wild animal. The jaw I used to kiss is clenched, and all the warmth I once felt from him is gone.

"Look at you, pathetic. I don't even know why I bother with you." he spits, pushing me away and I stumble into the table.

I am not going to cry today. I’ve shed enough tears over the past four months, hoping that this was all just a nightmare, clinging to the hope that one day I’d wake up and realize this was all a nightmare.

But it seems I would never wake up.

It all started when he couldn’t secure a spot for our pack in the Apex Circle, the elite coalition of werewolf packs in Blackwater City. Dane wanted us in that circle so badly, but no matter how hard he pushed, our pack was always overlooked.

At first, it was just frustration—anger at being excluded. Then, the whispers began—rumours that Dane was deep in debt, owing massive amounts of money to other pack leaders. The stress changed him or could it be that he was always like this but I failed to see it? He started drinking, shutting me out completely. And when I tried to talk to him, tried to help, he lashed out. His anger turned to violence.

He hit me. Again and again.

He promised my father that he’d protect me as his Luna, as his wife. But those promises are broken. Every single one of them. Today, I’ve made up my mind. I’m done. I’m walking away from this marriage, from this life.

I don’t know how long I have been gripping the edge of the table but my knuckles have turned white. Behind me, I feel Dane’s presence. His hands move to push my dress up.

“Stop it!” I gasp, twisting around to face him, trying to shove him away.

Still, he presses his need against me and a cruel smirk twists his lips. “Yeah…deny me sex. That’s fine. I’ll just get it from the omegas.”

My lips tremble as the truth sinks in—he’s been cheating on me, I suspected it when the female omegas began to look down on me too.

The door swings open, and Cameron, Dane’s beta, walks in, a paper and pen in his hands. The look in his eyes isn’t unfamiliar anymore. He used to regard me with respect, but now, like everyone else in the pack, he’s changed—following Dane’s lead like a shadow.

“Sign these,” Cameron says, flatly, as he hands me the documents.

My hands shake as I take them. I scan the paper and here, my worst fear is confirmed. It’s from the Council of Bonds, the werewolf legal system for mates. Divorce papers. Dane has already signed his part.

I swallow the lump in my throat, pulling the pen from Cameron’s hand. With one last glance at the man I once loved, I place the paper on the table and quickly scrawl my name.

As soon as the ink dries, a wave of finality washes over me, but before I can process it, Dane turns toward me, raising his hand in the air.

“I, Dane Union, Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack, reject you, Amica, daughter of the late Alaric, as my mate and Luna. You are no longer bound to me, and I release you from any claim or responsibility.”

His voice is so cold, so empty, it feels like a death sentence. The moment he utters those words, something inside me shatters. I feel the tear deep in my chest, a physical pain as my wolf withdraws, pulling away from him. Ezra, my wolf, lets go—silent, distant—and I’m left hollow, broken.

"Now, I require one simple thing from you..." Dane flicks his finger lazily.

He and Cameron exchange a look before they burst into laughter.

"I will leave the pack house immediately," I cut in, determined not to play whatever twisted game they’re planning.

Dane’s grin vanishes, and his eyes darken. "No, Amica. You’re not going anywhere. I may have divorced you, but I own you."

I freeze. "What in hell are you talking about!?"

Before I can process anything, two gammas enter the room, blocking the doorway—their presence is making it clear I won’t be leaving. Panic rises in my chest and I take a step back.

"What…what are you going to do to me?" My voice breaks despite an attempt to sound strong. "

Dane smirks with cruel delight. "You see, I owe a lot of debt. But one of the wolves I owe is someone I don’t ever want to mess with, ever. Therefore, I’ve made arrangements. I’ve sold you to the Alpha of the Bloodbane pack— Alpha Deckard."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

There is no one in Blackwater City who doesn’t know of Alpha Deckard. They call him the Alpha of the Emberhowl bloodline. These wolves are beings of fire and heat. Rumor has it they can play with flames—their claws and fangs ignite scorching heat, allowing them to bite down and leave a trail of fiery destruction in their wake.

They can walk through fire as if it were merely a warm breeze. It's these terrifying abilities that places them at the top of the hierarchy, the most feared and revered wolves in the city. They control the monuments and the very ground we walk on. To be associated with them is to invite death itself.

"Sold to Deckard." I whisper, it sounds like a cruel joke. But then, I speak up again.

“I am no one’s property. You cannot sell me to anyone!” I hiss.

“Goodluck telling that to Deckard when you meet him. At one point, I thought Deckard would kill me for my failure to pay the debts,” Dane says casually, like he’s discussing the weather.