Game of Thrones (Amica and Deckard) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Alpha Deckard

That night, sleep evades me entirely. I spend every moment in the room restless the room, checking on her, watching her chest rise and fall, ensuring each breach follows the next.

Her body is warmer now, so why won’t she s

wake

e up1

She doesn’t get to do something so reckless, so unforgivable, and then collapse like this. She wouldn’t get to leave without explaining her side of the story–without answering for her actions.

My wolf is silent, drowning in his own despair. He won’t speak to me, and honestly, I don’t know who’s more broken right now–him or me

I sit by her side, waiting for any sign of life–a move, a blink, a word. Anything. But all she does is lie there, motionless…

Morning doesn’t come quickly–Martha steps into the room, her expression calm, but I don’t miss the flicker of concern in her eyes as she approaches the bed.

“Alpha, we must wait and see how the treatment takes effect,” she says calmly, though it does little to southe my fraying nerves,

I glare at her, frustration boiling over. “Martha, why isn’t she waking up! I did everything you asked–I gave her all the potions, I stayed by her side all night. I even slept beside her, holding her to share my warmth. And yet, she still won’t wake up!”

Martha sighs, her tone measured but firm. “She will recover in time, Alpha Bet this this is the consequence of ignoring my instructions last time.”

Before I can respond. Mary’s voice cuts through the room.

“Or maybe she doesn’t know what she’s doing anymore” Mary snaps, stepping forward. “The first time was just sheer luck, and now she’s clueless! Admit it. Martha–you’re not a doctor. All you have is your ridiculous fetish nonsense!”

I turn toward her, my patience unraveling, but she goes on.

“You should never have let me stop her treatment, Deckard!” she accuses,

• sa obsessed with Amica’s treatment?

Her words make me pause, but not for the reasons she might think why is Mary s

In doesn’t make sense. Mary has made it clear she wants Amica gone, so why the sudden need to play healer? Why this urgency to be the one in charge of her care!

“Deckard, how would you feel if you lose her because you refused to let a proper doctor, someone who actually knows what they’re doing, take care

of her!

Do you want your reputation in shambles! The word will spread–you killed your Luna–and that’s not something the pack will forgive

She steps closer, her eyes narrowing. “I’m only looking out for your reputation, no matter what grievances you or anyone else have with Amica. I am a doctor, and my greatest joy is being the reason someone survives. Let me do my job!”

Before I can respond, Martha steps forward, her one even but resolute. “Miss Mary, this situation goes beyond your know it. Please, allow me to do my work without interference.”

“Nothing is beyond my medical field?” Mary roars, her voice thick with anger

medical expertise, and you

I glance between the two women, t. Both are adamant, both claiming to act in Amica’s best interest. But the intensity of their argument leaves me

spinning

What am I supposed to do? I just w want Amica to open her eyes again.

I feel unerly lost, powerless to make the right call for the first time in years. All I know is that I can’t afford to lose her. Not now. Not ever

“My alpha, please,” Mary buggs “Let me check on her, just her heart rate. Once I have that, I’ll know what to recommend.”

“Fine Lay, my voice firm but cautious. “Do what you need to do for now, but let me be clear–Martha is still in charge of her care. Her condition improved when Manha administered her potion. You’re not to do anything that interferes with her recovery. Understood?”

Mary nods quickly, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, my Alpha. I’ll do my best”

She hurries out of the room and returns moments later with her bag Placing it on the table, she retrieves her stethoscope and begins her

1/2

End Prote

Chapter 63

After a few minutes, she scribbles something on a piece of paper.

I’ve written out a list of medications. I’ll get these drugs and add them to her next drip. I be back so she says as she leaves the room.

Mary’s dedication surprises me. She doesn’t hold grudges when it comes to saving lives. Even with all her flaws and the base she has with Amica, I can’t deny that her selflessness in moments like these is adiniralir

Martha, calm as ever, administers another round of potions to Amica

“My alpha,” Martha says sofily, “it would be best if you stayed close to her as we wait for her to fully wake from this coma.”

That word–coma–sends a chill down my spi

spine.

“So you’re saying there’s a chance she won’t wake up?” My voice betrays my fear, cracking slightly at the end.

“Amica is doing much better than she was yesterday. I am confident she will pull through”

Her attempt at optimism doesn’t quite soothe me. The thought of Amica not waking is too unbearable to entertain.