Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Deckard

at I never actually believe

My mind is a chaotic mess. The possibility of Amica going back to her ex crosses my mind as a thought—a silly thought, but I it will actually happen. Until now.

to him

What the hell is wrong with her? Does she enjoy suffering? That bastard sold her off after she cheated, yet she chooses to crawl back to

And Dane–why the hell does he wait for me to ask before telling me she’s with him? What’s his game? Does he want her back? What kind of Twisted connection do they still slure?

I feel a wave of relief knowing she’s safe and hasn’t been abducted by some members of the Infinity Rogue. She’s safe. That should be enough. But

it’s not

Now, anger churns inside.

Some would call is jealousy, but I refuse to believe that’s what this is. No, this is irritation–pure, unfiltered frustration

I don’t want to chase her down. I shouldn’t have to. What does it say about me if I’m the one forcing her to stay, to want me!

But she’s mine now! I bought her with money, and only I have the power to reject her. If I don’t reject her, the connection stays–binding. unbreakable.

Shit I have to reject her.

With my beta at my side, we head to Dane’s line pack after securing the address. An hour later, we arrive at the house

This place Alpha Dane and Amica once lived here together as husband and wife. It’s decent. I guess. Not what I’m

ed to though. The Ironcla Pack clearly has some serious issues. You can see it in the way their Alpha carries himself–small, uncertain, like he’s pretending to be more than he

As our cars roll into the compound, everything comes to a standstill. All eyes turn toward us. Park members freeze mid–task, unsure of how to act No one dares approach–until one brave soul finally steps forward

“Who are you here for?” he ask, his unease evident

firmly.

“Alpha Dane, please take me to him,” I s

me to him,” I say fi

“And who should I tell him wishes to see him?” the pack member replies, a hint of attitude lacing his words.

“Deckard.” I answer, keeping my tone neutral, trying to avoid announcing my presence too loudly.

“Alpha Deckard!” he clarifies, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I nod slowly, hoping he’ll keep things discreet

“Oh wow! Alpha Deckard Welcome!” he exclaims, bowing deeply with sudden reverence,

Then, as if forgetting my request for subtlety, he yells out, “Alpha Deckard is here!”

He scurries into the house, and without hesitation. I follow closely behind. My beta, Lenoord, trails behind me, his expression etched with condescension as he surveys the surroundings with disdain.

We step into the house, and there he is–Dane, standing stiffly as though he’s been anticipating this moment

“Welcome, Alpha Deckard. Welcome to my humble abode, Please, have a seat,” he says, forcing a smile that barely conceals his discomfort.

“Alpha Dane, thank you for informing me,” I reply curtly, my tone carrying more weight than gratitude

“Oba’s no problem at all” he says quickly, almost too eagerly. “There’s no way I’d let Amica tarnish your name by escaping into the will.

She came back here in tears, begging me to take her back and forgive her.” Dane begins, his tone self–righteous. “But I am a man of honor. She’s in my past now. She’s “your” property–1 sold her to you”

His unnecessary rant grates on my

my nerves, each word sparking irritation

“Can I see her now?” I cut him off, my voice firm and sharp enough to silence him.

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“Oh, quick to business!” he chuckles nervously, fumbling to cover his unease. Pulling out his phone, he dials a number. “Bring her here,” he curtly into the receiver.

Turning back to me, he flashes a fake smile. “What can I offer you while we wait! It’s such an honor to have you here, Alpha Deckard” He dives into pointless small talk, but I have no patience for it.

“It’s fine,” I reply coldly, hoping to put an end to his babbling.

Moments later, a man strides into the room, gripping Amica by the arm. His hand clamps down on her with such force that anger surges through me, a violent urge to punch him in the gut threatening to bail over.

Amica keeps her head down, refusing to meet my gaze. Her silence feels like a punch to the chest, but relief washes over me nonetheless. She’s here. She’s “ufe.”

“You can let go of her now,” I say, doing my best to keep the concern out of my voice.

The man shoves her forward, and she stumbles slightly. A part of me wants to catch her, to hold her close and demand to know why she did what she did. But another part of me burns with fury. Who the hell does she think she is, running away from “nie“?

She still hasn’t looked at me. I can’t tell if she’s ashamed, remorseful, or completely indifferent.

I stride toward her, each step deliberate and intimidating. My hand is her chin up, forcing her to meet any eyes. But as her face comes into full view, something catches my attention.

Her face is sore–red, bruised–and her neck isn’t any better. Anger ignites within me, a storm I can barely control.

“What happened to her face?” I demand, my voice laced with rage despite my attempt to rein it in. I already know I’ve failed.

“Oh, that!” Dane says with a smug grin, clearly proud of himself. “I had to teach her a lesson–for defying you and having the audacity to run back to me when she belongs to another.”

He pauses, hasking in his own twisted sense of justice. “It just goes to show that people never change. I don’t know how you plan to discipline her, Alpha, but my advice? Keep her on a leash and never let her wander too far.”

I stop listening the moment the word “discipline” leaves his mouth. My blood boils, and my wolf–my canine–stins within me, whispering furiously.

“He laid his hands on our matel Will you let that slide? Teach him a lesson!”

“Hm.” It’s all I can manage, my voice a low growl as I fight to contain the storm inside me,