Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Chapter 27

Amica

I open my eyes and freeze. I’m in Deckard’s room… wearing his shirt

Wheth

My head throlis, and as I hold it, the room spins slightly. Slowly, I start piecing things together. What day is it Wait, it’s supposed to be the day of the bonding ceremony. Oh no.

The memories of yesterday flood back, hining me like a tidal wave.

I was horny. Extremely horny,

Everything comes rushing back, replaying in my mind like an old film on fast–forward. I groan, burying my face in my hands. The embarrassment is unbearable. Did I really do all of that!

1 tried–oh goddess, I really tried–to keep myself in control. Especially when I heard that knock on the door.

It was Stefan. The Gamma warrior

The moment I opened the door and saw him standing there, I knew I couldn’t trust myself around him. My entire body burned with an intensity I couldn’t shake. I slammed the door shut, locking myself inside, desperate to ride out the storm.

1 prayed it would pass. I begged the moon goddess to make it stop. I even tried to help myself, but nothing worked.

And then I caught it.

His scent.

Deckard

My mate.

The moment his scent hit me, it was like wildfire spreading through my veins. My body, my soul–everything inside me demanded him. And nothing else mattered.

The effects of whatever was in my system left me confused, my thoughts scattered and irrational. I couldn’t always tell what was real, and the idea of which mate it was kept shifting in my mind.

Dane!

I didn’t care.

1. e. That scent was familiar, intoxicating. The moment he broke through the door, I couldn’t hold back. I threw myself at him, desperate, begging him to take me, to satisfy the fire raging inside me,

At first, I didn’t understand why he hesitated. I was his mate, wasn’t If This is what mates do! But as I became more aware, I realized it was truly Deckard standing there, not Dane.

That only made me want him more.

I craved him with an intensity that left me trembling. I felt like I would shatter into a million pieces if he didn’t give me what I needed.

But he kept hesitating.

I couldn’t understand it. There was a bonding ceremony waiting for us outside, a public acknowledgment of what we were destined to become. This was inevitable–so why was he holding back?

He tried everything to calm me down, to ease the torment burning through me. Hut I was beyond reason. I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t comfort or patience.

us was too strong, His resistance began to crack, and

Even Deckard, with all his discipline and strength, couldn’t hold out forever. The pull between us w joon, even lils body betrayed him. What was in the air couldn’t be ignored, not by either of us

But then, there was a a rude interruption that only made me angrier.

The thought of it all makes me cringe. Every embarrassing thing that happened floods my mind, and I feel sick with shame. I can’t imagine facing Deckard ever again. How could It He’ll see me as some kind of harlot because I acted like one.

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Chapter 27

Who could have done this to me?

I’ve never felt that way before, so it had to be something I took. My mind immediately goes to the drink the servant gave me. But when I looked for the cup afterward, it was gone. No evidence.

The maid claimed it was legit, but does that mean they were all in on it! Was Bria part of this, toot Damn, I thought I could trust her.

I need to get out of here.

I push myself off the bed, even though my head is still spinning. Every movement feels like a battle, but I can’t stay here any longer. I wonder how many people know what happened. Have I become a laughingstock to everyone?

It’s evident enough–I didn’t even make it to the ceremony.

Okay, no more hesitating. I need to leave this place now.

I reach the door and open it slowly, peeking into the hallway, Looking left and right, I tiptoe through the corridor, heading toward my room. Just as I’m about to open the door, I hear another one creak open behind me. I freeze, heart pounding.

Turning slightly, I see him–Deckard, standing in the doorway of his room, my clothes in his hands.

“You’re finally awake,” he says, his voice steady, though there’s a flicker of relief in his eyes.

I can’t look at him for too long. The shame weighs too heavily,

“How do you feel?” he asks, stepping closer and placing his hand gently on my forehead to check my temperature,

I manage a nod, unable to find my voice.

He takes my hand without another word and leads me back into his room, sitting me on the edge of the bed. He lowers himself onto the bed beside me. his presence commanding, yet oddly comforting.

“Do you remember what happened to you yesterday?” he asks, his tone calm but probing

I should’ve expected this question, but my mind races for an answer. Being truthful might not work in my favor right now. I avoid his gaze, my hands clenching the hem of his shirt–still the only thing I’m wearing.

I nod slowly, signaling that I don’t remember anything. It seems like the safest response, at least for now