Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 4

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Alpha Deckard.

Bria. Damn fucking Bria had to sink her opinions into the girl's head. I had Amica right where I wanted her. I could feel her teetering on the edge of a decision—until Bria swooped in, filling her head with all the doubts about what it means to be Luna of the Bloodbane pack. If Bria weren't an elder, someone the pack respects—and if I didn't begrudgingly respect her as a teacher—I’d have clawed her out of the pack by now, influence and all.

As I dress for the day, my eyes shuns the emerald ring on the dresser. My mother’s ring. It’s meant to find the finger of the next Luna, but there’s no way in hell I’ll let it fall into the hands of someone as unworthy as Amica. My mother’s legacy deserves better. If the Moon Goddess weren’t sitting smugly in the sky, I’d drag her down myself and force her to take back this ridiculous bond that gnaws at my chest.

Yes, Amica is outrageously beautiful—but is that enough? Is it enough to ignore the fact that she cheated on her past mate? I’m not that desperate. Not for an heir, not for a mate.

Behind me, I catch a glimpse of Mary’s reflection in the mirror. She adjusts a towel wrapped around her body after spending the night in my bedroom.

“Morning…” she whispers, taking a look at the ring I’m holding.

“Join me for breakfast?” I mutter, barely acknowledging her.

She hesitates. “Are you sure? Bria wouldn’t want that, especially now that Amica is…”

“Is Bria the Alpha now? Do I not make the rules anymore?” I snap.

I look at her through the mirror and her throat bobs. After all these years of being my bed partner, Mary knows better than to push me too far. There's always a line, and she understands what happens when it's crossed.

“You know I’ll always do what you say. But I’m thinking about what the elders said—” Mary starts to pacify, her hands rests on my shoulders.

“Don’t think!” I cut her off. “The only thing that’s going to happen is me frustrating that girl until she rejects me, breaks the bond, and sets me free from it.” I look at my reflection in the mirror, spitting the words out just to rile my wolf. And as expected, Canine huffs.

“Fine. I’ll get dressed and join you for breakfast. My love, do you think she saw us yesterday?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Yes, and she’ll see us again today.”

Mary presses a kiss to my shoulder before walking away, but her touch leaves me cold. I’ll do whatever it takes to push Amica away, and I’ll do it without a shred of remorse. Why would I feel any? She’s nothing more than a cheater, and now, a gold digger. What does she want? Power? Status? It’s pathetic.

I leave the room and step into the private elevator that leads to the outer reserves. As Alpha of the Bloodbane pack, we aren’t just the largest—we’re the wealthiest. Our pack’s influence spreads across the Apex Circle, and the whole of Blackwater City bows to us. \our pack has got the most elite families, the most powerful bloodlines, and a legacy of fire that can’t be touched.

When the elevator doors open, I step out into the elusive hall.

“Alpha…”

“Alpha…”

The pack members quickly step aside, parting like the sea as I make my way into the room. They know better than to get in my way.

Omen, the head of house facilities, joins me, silently tending to my needs as I take a seat. He places a newspaper beside me as usual and pours my coffee. I take a look at the feast sprawled on the table before me—just like every morning, it is a banquet worthy of the Bloodbane Alpha.

I roll my eyes as the headline stares back at me: “Ex-Luna of the Ironclaw Pack Found Guilty of Adultery!”

The newspaper crumples in my fists, and Omen instinctively pulls apart.

“Who the hell gave the media this damned information!?” I roar.

“I’ll look into it, Alpha—”

“This is exactly what I didn’t want! How am I supposed to show her to the world with that disgusting stain on her name? Find out who leaked this, and fix it. I want the idiot who let this news out dealt with!”

“Find Bria and get her here, now!” I snap, watching Omen rush out of the room in a blur. My hands hit the table hard enough to send the silverware rattling.

Mary rushes in, heels clicking.

“I saw Omen run out. What’s going on?”

“The headlines are plastered with that damned news about Amica!” I growl.

Mary glances at the crumpled paper in my hand. “Bria will fix it… She always does.”

The door opens, and I expect Bria to stride in and offer some solution to this disaster. But instead, it’s Amica who enters.

It looks like an angel has walked through those doors, wrapped in grace and silk. She is wearing a cream gown, cinched at the waist, along with a corset that shows off the elegant slope of her collarbones. Bria must’ve spent hours on this look, yet it wouldn’t matter for Amica could wear rags and still make the world stop. It isn’t just the fairness of her skin, the earth in her eyes and how her hands rest on each other.

Who would know she’s nothing but a cheater? How can a woman this beautiful, this perfect, commit such a crime? Her beauty and her betrayal are opposites, two things that shouldn’t exist in the same universe.