Chapter 100
Amica
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Once we arrive at the castle, I order the servants to serve Pamelunch. But as we sit at the table, she doesn’t touch her food. Instead, she keeps apologizing
“I thought you were dead after the attack on your parents. I had no idea you were married off. I mourned for you all,” she says, her voice trembling. “But recently, I started hearing your name. I never imagined it could really be you. Then I saw you in the news. They said you were kidnapped. I’ve been trying to find you, but I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I’ve been waiting outside the Blackthorn estate, but no one would let me in. Luckily, I saw the Alpha’s car and convoy leave the estate today and followed you to the park. I’m so glad you’re alive”
“So, you’re really my aunt?” I ask, searching her face. “Then why have I never known about you my whole life?”
“Well.. a very nasty fight happened between your mother and me. It was just after you were horn.” Pamela’s voice trembles slightly. “I don’t want to get into the details, but it ended badly–words were said, curses were thrown.. I swore I would never set foot in Silvervalley again.”
She exhales shakily,
“I cut off all contact with my sister and her family, but the moment I heard about the raid, I regretted it. I came back a month after the news, but the house.. it was empty. Deserted. It smelled of death. Her voice drops to a whisper. “I couldn’t even find a body.”
A heavy silence falls over the room.
“I lost all hope. I thought you were gone forever.” She swallows hard. “Until I saw you on the news. The reports of your kidnapping–1 knew then that you had survived. I had to find you
She hesitates, as if afraid to say more.
Across the table, Deckard watches her, his expression unreadable Then, he leans back in his chair, arms crossed.
“So, you’re here to reconnect?” His voice is cold, measured. “Is tht what this is really about?”
I’m sorry, Alpha Deckard, but I would like to speak with my nice privately, Pamela said, her voice steady but firm.
Deckard scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t allow that‘
“Please, Deckard..“1 pleaded, my eyes searching his.
His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring slightly before he let out a sharp breath. “Fine. But I’ll be right outside, he hissed. pushing back from the table and striding out of the room,
Pamela turned to me the moment he was gone.
“I know you don’t understand everything that’s happening to your she said in a hushed tone. “But there is a reason behind it all.
Something about the way she spoke made my skin prickle. Her voice had dropped low, her eyes flicking toward the doorway as if wary of unseen cars. Whatever she was about to say, it was meant for others to hear.
1 nodded, keeping my voice just as quiet. “Come to my room in hour. We’ll talk then.
Painela gave me a knowing look before glancing toward the doo I took that as my cue to leave.
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Later that night, after dinner, t made my way to her room, care to avoid anyone who might see me.
The moment she saw me, her face softened, and without a word, he wrapped her arms around me in a warm, almost desperate embrace.
“I know you’re confused about everything–the Wildthorn blood ine and how it has placed you in this position, Pamela began, her voice solemn.
“It is true that our family descends from the Wildthorn bloodling, but no one truly understood what it entailed until we began facing the troubles that come with it.
The Wildthom bloodline was born from a single act of kindness an ancestor of ours added a dragon–marked Alpha named Rufus Blackthom.
Rufus had been cast out of his city for wielding his fury.
Rumors spread that he had been cursed by the dragon after returning from a quest, marked with mysterious powers. His strength became unmatched, his rage uncontrollable. He moved with inhurman speed, his abilities far beyond those of a normal werewolf. No one could stand against him in combat.
Rufus was only a teenager who was fortunate to have come in contact with a mystical creature at the time it landed on earth and helped it. Naive Rufus, rather than hurting it and taking glory for conquering a dragon, he gave it water to drink.
Anyone who crossed Rufus felt his fire, and for that, he was feared. The people of his city saw him as a threat, a force too dangerous to roam free. They sought to contain him, though he only used his power against those who dared to challenge him..
Rufus became the strength of his small village, that no one dared to raid or torment them–unless they wished to be reduced to ashes.
The dragon was pleased with him and bestowed him with powers.
But his growing power unsettled the king.
In secret, the king called a meeting with his council, speaking about how Rufus had become a threat, they agreed. His strength was unmatched, his rage unpredictable. What if he lost control? What if he turned against them and enslaved the entire village?
Fear took root, and from that fear, a plan was born. They would nd themselves of Rufus before it was too late.
When Rufus left on a journey, the townspeople struck. They slaughtered his entire family, leaving no one alive to greet his
return
But they knew death alone would not be enough to stop him. So they sought out a sorcerer, one skilled in ancient magic. Together, they laid a wicked trap, casting a powerful spell to weaken Rufus–just long enough for them to drag him out and cast him away, banished from the only home he had ever know
When Rufus returned home and saw the bloodbath–the lifeless bodies of his family, the blood staining the ground- something inside him snapped.
His rage turned to fire while the sorcerer, hid in the shadows, began casting his spell, attempting to weaken him. And though the magic took hold, dulling his strength, it could not kill the fire of his grief.
Flames erupted around him. licking at the ground, spreading like a storm. Every step he took ignited into fire
The villagers screamed as they fled, but the fire was merciless. the fire chased them down, consuming everything in its path. Not even the sorcerer could escape its wrath. The entire village humed, reduced to nothing but ashes and ruin.
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When the fire finally died, Rufus collapsed amidst the devastation and spell, too weak to move, too broken to care if he lived or died.
It was Brenda Pendragon, a healer of the Wildilom bloodline, who found him. She had come searching through the wreckage, but she never expected to find a man barely clinging to life.
Unaware of who he truly was, she placed him on her chariot and book him home.
Brenda did everything she could to treat his wounds, but Rufus had lost too much blood. His body rejected every remedy she tried. Desperate, she made a decision–one that would change everything.
She shared her blood with him…”
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