Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 5

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Amica

Alpha Deckard is a dictator, and it’s carved into every prestige of his face. With jaws that speaks of hollow things, and stern lips that have uttered nothing but sling slander my way. And yet, his eyes speak of something beautiful, something deeper. But I am not willing to explore that. Especially not when he towers over me like a garrison. If I ever thought Dane was intimidating, I was a complete fool. Deckard is the very embodiment of disaster. How could I ever be bound to a man like him? An advanced werewolf, an Emberhowl.

To him, I am less than an omega, a mere inconvenience.

I don’t need to search too hard to understand—this man despises me. It’s in the manner at which he speaks, looks at me, strips me down to nothing. The way he defines me with his words, his anger. But I can’t even blame him. Who would want a second-chance mate with a past as tarnished as mine? Who would willingly claim a wolf branded as a cheater, a woman who broke her former bond?

The truth of what happened between me and Dane—what really happened—will forever be buried. No one will ever know that I am innocent. No one will care. Dane has likely spread his lies to every corner of Blackwater City, and to them, I am the adulterous Luna, the woman who betrayed her mate.

And because of the need for protection, I can’t even leave. I’m trapped here, forced to watch this wolf—my new mate—belittle me in front of another woman. If not for the fact that he marked me, my wolf wouldn’t even feel the searing pain in my chest. How is it possible to grieve one mate and fall into the hands of another so quickly? The difference between Alpha Deckard and Dane is stark. Deckard doesn’t even pretend to care. The one who once promised me those things has severed any trust I had left, cut me off completely. The truth is, I’ve been falling out of love with Dane for a long time. I was simply trying to mentally prepare Ezra, my wolf, to finally break free. But she clung to him, to the bond, far longer than I did.

My first impression of Alpha Deckard was that he was complete, a wolf who needed nothing and no one—not even his fated mate. In his cold eyes, I found a man who knew no loyalty. And with every passing second, it becomes clearer—he’s just looking for an excuse to throw me out.