Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Deckard

In three days, I have a meeting at the Apex Circle–a gathering of the most prominent Alphas, each a spectacle than a meeting, a show of power and alliances.

BOR with their Lun

and Beta.

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I’ve never brought a Luna to this event because I’ve never had one. Over the years, rumors have spread like wildfire, whispers claiming I’m incapable of fathering a child. At first, I ignored them. But with time, even I began to wonder.

Mary and I have had countless nights of passion, fiery and unrestrained. I’d expected her to come to me with news of a child, a signi were nothing but lies. Yet, it never happened.

Other women–cager, desperate even–would have been honored to bear my child. But it was always the same. Nothing.

I had come to terms with it, told myself it didn’t matter. A Luna was a luxury, not a necessity. Or so I thought.

The words of the old

Oracle haunt me, words I once dismissed as cryptic nonsense:

that t

“The woman who carries the pure Wildthorn blood shall be your fated mate, Alpha Deckard. She alone will bear your seed. Her body will vessel your powerful heirs. None but she can endure your fire, and through her, your lineage will reign unchallenged, continuing the flame of your dynasty.”

now, Amica lingers in my mind, in my thoughts, in my

At the time, I didn’t care. Wildthom blood? A fated mate! It sounded like a fairytale. But no every breath. It angers me.

She stirs something in me I didn’t know I was capable of feeling, it’s her defiance, her strength…i can’t explain it.

I am Alpha Deckard of the Wildthorn pack. I don’t need her, I tell myself. I don’t need anyone. And yet, I can’t stop thinking about her. Even as I fightin

Those words echo in my mind even now, shaping my decisions, driving me forward. When my pack wouldn’t let the matter rest and my wolf refused to choose, I had no other option.

was only seventeen when I became Alpha–too young, too consumed with ruling, to worry about finding a Luna. Why should I have cared then? But after five years of leading the Wildthom pack, the pressure mounted.

I finally gave in, turning my attention to the search. I sold the council what the Oracle had said, laid out the impossible requirement: a woman of pure Wildhorn blood. And they searched tirelessly.

WerC

For years, women came e forward, each claiming to be the one. Each proclaiming their lineage, their worth. But none passed the test. None w worthy.

Until her

It had to be her. Amica. The woman Leannot trust. The woman who challenges me at every tum. She is supposed to be my fated mate.

The irony burns like fire in my chest. Of all the women who could have stood beside me, fate chose her.

This year at the Apex Ceremony, my pack plans to make a statement. The ultimate Alpha presenting the ultimate Luna–a symbol of our dominance, our unity. It’s a show of power, of perfection. That’s why the bonding ceremony had to be rushed, why everything needed to be

flawless.

And what did Amica do? She ruined it. Her stupidity, her impulsiveness turned everything into a mess,

Yet even now, when I think of her, my anger is tangled with something else. Something dangerous. Something I refuse t

use to name

After Mary leaves the room, I pace furiously, my mind a raging with anger and betrayal. Amica. How could I have been so blind? Who is the conspiring with!

Canine, on the other hand, remains calm.

“Don’t you see what’s happening here?” I sap, my voice echoing in the silence. “What do you have to say now! You always have something to

ing to say—

“I don’t believe our mate would do such a thing” he responds, his tone steady, unwavering

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh, “Of course, you don’t. You’re just a horny bastard. She could set the whole pack on fire, and you’d still make excuses

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for her

His silence only furls my frustration. My fists clench, my nails biting into my palms as I storm out of the room

I make my way to Amica’s chambers, driermined to confront her. She’s not there.

“She must be at breakfast,” I mutter, turning on my heel and beading for the dining hall.

But when I get there, the sight only stokes my anger further. Her place at the table is empty, the untouched plate of food mocking me.

A growl rumbles in my chest, low and dangerous. Where the hell is she?

Where the hell did she got

I call over on

over one of the maids and demand an explanation. She stammers, saying Amica left her food untouched and went back to her room.

surface, and I know it will be dangerous if I don’t get

My anger rises, burning hoiter with every passing second. I can feel it clawing its way to the su answers soon. She’d better show up now,

“Find me Bria!” I roar. The maid scurries away, her face pale with fear,

I make my way to the garden, hoping to find her there as I did last time. But it’s empty.

“Have you seen her?” I ask the guard stationed at the door

‘t seen her

He shakes his head quickly, looking nervous. “No, Alpha. I haven’t

Fuck!

Minutes later, Bria approaches, her face filled with concem. “Alpha, what’s the matter?”

“Amica,” I say, forcing myself to speak normal, though the effort feels like trying to hold back a storm. “Where is she?”

“Isn’t she in her room?” Bria replies,

I take a deep breath, barely containing the fire building within me. “If she were, why the hell would I be asking you? The words come out sharp, laced with the frustration and restlessness gnawing at me.

Bria flinches slightly, but I don’t care. I need answers, and I need them now.

e is restless, searching

Bria quickly calls one of the guards, her voice urgent as she orders them to alert the rest. The castle shifts into chaos, Everyone is for Amica. The possibility that she might truly be missing sends a cold chills into my chest.

“How has no one seen her? Are you all a bunch of fools?” I roar, my voice echoing through the hall

Then it hits me- the cameras.

I storm into the surveillance room, the IT technician scrambling to his feet as I enter. I scan through the footage, my eyes darting across the screens. Nothing. She doesn’t appear to have left the house.

“Check the gates!” I bark at the technician, frustration and urgency thick in my tone.