Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Mary

Deckard and I have been special friends for as long as I can remember. He comes from the bloodline of the dragon wolf, a heritage that makes finding a mate nearly impossible for him. Emotional connection doesn’t come easy for him either, yet somehow, we’ve managed to find comfort in each other.

For me, it’s different. I’m in love with him deeply, irrevocably and I would lay down my life for him without hesitation

Since we were teenagers, my heart has been his. I even rejected my own mate, believing that someday. I might have at chance with Deckard. I was content with the idea of never bearing pups if that is what it takes to be his. Who wants weird- looking minions anyway? They ruin everything!

I’ve never seen myself as the kind of girl who dreams about pups the moment she finds her mate. While others fantasize about nurturing a brood of little ones, all I’ve ever wanted was him. Just Deckard. Nothing more, nothing less.

I hate it. I never realized just how much until I found out I would never be able to bear pups with the one I love.

Who needs pups anyway? Screw them! Deckard is all I want.

As a descendant of the dragon clan, finding your perfect mate is almost impossible. Deckard is part of that rare category, and to me, that was a blessing–a guarantee that we’d always be together. No competition. No mate bond to tear us apart.

Being his Luna had always been my dream. The Luna of Ironclay. That title alone holds so much weight, and it’s all I’ve ever wanted since I understood what it meant. I imagined it, dreamed of it, craved it—but the mate bond was never there.

I’ve tried everything I could to make it work. Everything. The only thing holding me back is the one thing I can’t change no matter how many times we’re together, no matter how hard I try, I can’t give him what he needs–an heir.

When I realized the truth, I fought against it with everything I had. But it is what it is. This pattern has existed for generations, dictated by the Moon Goddess herself. That spiteful witch couldn’t just let me have my happiness.

I prayed this day would never come–the day I’d see Deckard, the man I love, bonded to someone else.

Deckard is strong, commanding, relentless, and fearsome. That what drew me to him in the first place. It always thrilled me that, with all that hardness, I was the one he softened for. In the only one who has ever seen his sweet, tender side beneath the unbreakable shell. He hides his emotions from the world, but I don’t care. I love him exactly as he is

When she came into the picture–this so–called future Luna–I knew it was only a matter of time. The elders wouldn’t allow Deckard to choose his own Luña; they demanded an heir. But even as I watched them force him into this bond, I didn’t panic. I didn’t fear,

I know Deckard. He can’t love her. Not truly. Even if they tie him to her, his heart is untouchable. He doesn’t love, and I’ve always been the one who holds the key to his softer side.

The bond means nothing if there’s no love to back it.

I already have the best of Deckard–the part of him no one else can reach. There’s nothing left for anyone else. That thought keeps me satisfied, at least most of the time.

But Bria… Bria is testing my patience, and so are the elders. Theyre forcing my Deckard to spend time with her. It’s so obvious what they’re trying to do–forcing their wolves to bond to they can’t stay apart.

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I know Deckard, though. That trick won’t work on him. He’s stronger than that. He’s capable of resisting anything they throw at him.

Sure, I know the Alpha is expected to share a bed with his Luna. But what does that mean, really? Sex is just a physical act–it doesn’t mean love. It doesn’t mean anything. She’ll be nothing more than a figurehead, a placeholder Luna.

And me? I’ll hold all the real power,

Honestly, she’s only made things easier for me. Everyone knows her past–how she was with another man before, how she betrayed him. That’s not something Deckard can ever overlook. He despises betrayal. He could never love someone like her.

She’s just a tool for the elders, a means to an end. Nothing more.

I can’t stand her–Amica. That manipulative bitch knows exactly what she’s doing! I’ll give her credit where it’s due; she plays her game well. That sick card of hers? It’s pure genius. She gured out how effective it is the first time she fell ill, and now she’s turned it into her ultimate weapon–a damn remote control to summon Deckard to her bed whenever she pleases. And it’s working. Better than even she probably expected.

The pity card. It’s a classic move, and I can’t deny it–she’s playing it to perfection.