Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Amica

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Once we arrive at the castle, I order the servants to serve Pamelunch. But as we sit at the table, she doesn’t touch her food. Instead, she keeps apologizing

“I thought you were dead after the attack on your parents. I had no idea you were married off. I mourned for you all,” she says, her voice trembling. “But recently, I started hearing your name. I never imagined it could really be you. Then I saw you in the news. They said you were kidnapped. I’ve been trying to find you, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I’ve been waiting outside the Blackthorn estate, but no one would let me in. Luckily, I saw the Alpha’s car and convoy leave the estate today and followed you to the park. I’m so glad you’re alive”

“So, you’re really my aunt?” I ask, searching her face. “Then why have I never known about you my whole life?”

“Well.. a very nasty fight happened between your mother and me. It was just after you were horn.” Pamela’s voice trembles slightly. “I don’t want to get into the details, but it ended badly–words were said, curses were thrown.. I swore I would never set foot in Silvervalley again.”

She exhales shakily,

“I cut off all contact with my sister and her family, but the moment I heard about the raid, I regretted it. I came back a month after the news, but the house.. it was empty. Deserted. It smelled of death. Her voice drops to a whisper. “I couldn’t even find a body.”

A heavy silence falls over the room.

“I lost all hope. I thought you were gone forever.” She swallows hard. “Until I saw you on the news. The reports of your kidnapping–1 knew then that you had survived. I had to find you

She hesitates, as if afraid to say more.

Across the table, Deckard watches her, his expression unreadable Then, he leans back in his chair, arms crossed.

“So, you’re here to reconnect?” His voice is cold, measured. “Is tht what this is really about?”

I’m sorry, Alpha Deckard, but I would like to speak with my nice privately, Pamela said, her voice steady but firm.

Deckard scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t allow that‘

“Please, Deckard..“1 pleaded, my eyes searching his.

His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring slightly before he let out a sharp breath. “Fine. But I’ll be right outside, he hissed. pushing back from the table and striding out of the room,

Pamela turned to me the moment he was gone.

“I know you don’t understand everything that’s happening to your she said in a hushed tone. “But there is a reason behind it all.

Something about the way she spoke made my skin prickle. Her voice had dropped low, her eyes flicking toward the doorway as if wary of unseen cars. Whatever she was about to say, it was meant for others to hear.

1 nodded, keeping my voice just as quiet. “Come to my room in hour. We’ll talk then.

Painela gave me a knowing look before glancing toward the doo I took that as my cue to leave.

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Chapter 100

Later that night, after dinner, t made my way to her room, care to avoid anyone who might see me.

The moment she saw me, her face softened, and without a word, he wrapped her arms around me in a warm, almost desperate embrace.

“I know you’re confused about everything–the Wildthorn blood ine and how it has placed you in this position, Pamela began, her voice solemn.

“It is true that our family descends from the Wildthorn bloodling, but no one truly understood what it entailed until we began facing the troubles that come with it.

The Wildthom bloodline was born from a single act of kindness an ancestor of ours added a dragon–marked Alpha named Rufus Blackthom.

Rufus had been cast out of his city for wielding his fury.

Rumors spread that he had been cursed by the dragon after returning from a quest, marked with mysterious powers. His strength became unmatched, his rage uncontrollable. He moved with inhurman speed, his abilities far beyond those of a normal werewolf. No one could stand against him in combat.

Rufus was only a teenager who was fortunate to have come in contact with a mystical creature at the time it landed on earth and helped it. Naive Rufus, rather than hurting it and taking glory for conquering a dragon, he gave it water to drink.

Anyone who crossed Rufus felt his fire, and for that, he was feared. The people of his city saw him as a threat, a force too dangerous to roam free. They sought to contain him, though he only used his power against those who dared to challenge him..

Rufus became the strength of his small village, that no one dared to raid or torment them–unless they wished to be reduced to ashes.

The dragon was pleased with him and bestowed him with powers.

But his growing power unsettled the king.

In secret, the king called a meeting with his council, speaking about how Rufus had become a threat, they agreed. His strength was unmatched, his rage unpredictable. What if he lost control? What if he turned against them and enslaved the entire village?

Fear took root, and from that fear, a plan was born. They would nd themselves of Rufus before it was too late.

When Rufus left on a journey, the townspeople struck. They slaughtered his entire family, leaving no one alive to greet his

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