Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 10

Amica

I’m not sure if I’m in a trance or if I’m actually dying. It feels like my breath is slipping away, leaving my lungs empty as a force inside me tightens its grip, refusing to let go.

I can feel Ezra's weakness along with mine; she is petrified. Everything feels surreal—the rage in Alpha Deckard’s eyes, the terrifying weight of his anger. It’s both overwhelming and oddly reassuring, his fury directed not at me but at those who dared threaten me, but I still feel fear; my emotions spin in the air like wild sparks.

He lifts me in his arms. My heart races with fear, but I feel myself sinking into his hold, the world fading. I lose consciousness.

When I wake, something sharp and bitter cuts into my throat, clawing through my lungs. It’s nauseating, and I can’t stop the urge to sneeze. I open my eyes to blurred shapes in a room I don’t recognize. My neck throbs with a sharp, unrelenting pain, and I can feel Ezra somewhere within me, weakened and distant.

Where am I?

Slowly, memories begin to surface—the faces of the townspeople, their accusations ringing in my ears. It hurts that they saw me as something to cast out. The fear and shame tighten around my heart, making me feel like I’m drowning all over again. But then, I remember him. Deckard. The one who stood against them all, his fire pushing them back like they were nothing as if I were truly worth protecting.

But the fear lingers, clawing at me as I recall Deckard in his terrible, vicious state. His eyes burned with an unearthly fire—I saw it, and I can’t unsee it. I have never witnessed such raw emotion before. Is this the man I am meant to marry? The man who marked me?

The sharp sting of the mark flares again, searing into my skin, and I cry out in pain. Deckard steps forward, alarm flashing in his eyes, but I shrink back instinctively, and he halts, his gaze softening as he withdraws.

An older woman with the look of a healer steps forward, her voice calm but firm. “Your wolf is much stronger than hers, Alpha. She’s struggling to adapt to the bond. What she needs is strength from you—a reinforcement of that connection. I would recommend sharing the same bed with her tonight.”

What? My cheeks flushing as I look from her to Deckard.

The healer holds my gaze, unperturbed. “Physical proximity will help stabilize the bond. The mark isn’t just a symbol, Alpha. It requires an exchange—a balance between you both. The only way to ease her pain is through that closeness. I could prescribe medicines, but they won’t work.”

No! They can’t possibly be talking about me.

Share a bed with whom? Not me, and definitely not this… monster. I force myself to look up at him, catching a glimpse of those fierce eyes, but… they aren’t as cold as I remember. Strangely, there’s a trace of worry in them. *Deckard,* the almighty Alpha, worried? About *me?*

A strange calm settles over me as I hold his gaze.

Elder Bria is here too, her voice low as she assures the healer, “I’ll see to it, don’t worry.”