Chapter 111
Amica,
Pamela remains in the castle, untouched–no one dares lay a hand on her. As for Mary, I haven’t seen her since the incident, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s plotting this time.
Pamela’s presence has been a comfort. Since she arrived, we’ve talked endlessly about my parents and the legacy of the wildthron bloodline. She has such a gentle spirit, always checking in on me, wanting to know how I feel and where I stand with Deckard.
She is indeed rooting for my relationship with him.
At one point, she even remarked that the bond between Deckard and me is unbreakable–that no matter how much we fight, we’re always drawn back to each other. At first, Lthought she was being naïve. But after everything that happened with Mary, I’ve had a lot to think about.
I was terrified the day before, and just when I dared to believe we’d have a peaceful day ahead, Mary shattered that hope. once again.
I don’t know what hold she has on him, but at the same time, I can’t shake the feeling that Deckard enjoys having her around. If he didn’t, she wouldn’t still be here.
And yet, I keep forgetting the terrible promise he made to me before we were married–that my only purpose here is to bear his pups.
But why do I sometimes feel like he truly cares for me? Or am I just projecting my own feelings onto him because, against all reason, I’m falling for this man?
These past few days without speaking to him have affected me in ways I can’t even explain. I’ve been sleeping in seperate room, avoiding him at all costs. Even when he tries to talk to me I respond with nothing more than a word and it is killing
me.
I’ve also noticed something strange among the Gamma Warriors It’s as if they’re preparing for battle, yet no one has told me anything. The secrecy unsettles me, and I can’t help but wonder–what is going on?
At night, I watch a silly documentary on the television, but then I feel his presence. It’s strange how I can sense him nearby, even when I don’t want to, especially knowing Ezra will never let this go.
She’s been pleading with me to make up with him, saying he has his reasons for everything he’s done.
“Amica, can I have a word with you?” His voice is calm, too calm
I sigh, setting the remote down. “Sure.” I sit up, bracing myself for whatever he’s about to say.
I’ve been avoiding him for days, trying not to look at him because know one glance will calm every ounce of rage in me. Yet now, he sits beside me on the same couch.
“Will you not say a word to me?” he asks, his tone expectant,
I turn to face him, my voice cold. “I have nothing to say to you, Alpha.”
“That’s fine, but I do have something to say to you.” His voice sharpens slightly. “I apologize for the shit Mary put your aunt through. I never had any conversation with her where any action was planned. And Amica, there’s been so much rage between us, and I don’t feel good about that. It’s best we resolve this now.” He says with authority.
“Oh yes, let’s resolve it now, your highness, because it hurts your feelings,” I mock, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
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“Stop acting childish, Amica,” he snaps, frustration creeping into his voice. “I’m trying to come down to your level here, and you’re making fun of me. That’s not fair.”
“Oh, how right you are, the great king, coming down from his high horse to speak to a poor peasant like me!” I can’t stop myself from letting his words get to me. The words come out before I can even think. He sounds so pompous–he doesn’t even know how to apologize properly.
“Look, I can’t keep going back and forth with you in this little game of sarcasm. I have important things to say, and you’re just making a joke out of it,” he said, exasperated. “I think I’ll go to bed now, but I’d prefer if you joined me. And before you accuse me of having selfish motives, I can feel the cold seeping from your body. I don’t want you getting sick. So, please- let’s go to bed now. You need warmth!” he commanded.
“What?” I scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded. “I’m not cold. I know that for sure.”
“Of course you aren’t,” he said dryly. “Until you pass out, and I’m the one left worrying and carrying you around. I don’t have the strength or mental capacity to deal with you collapsing on me right now, so let’s go to our room–now.”
“No!” I shot back, turning my gaze toward the screen.
“No?” he echoed, arching a brow.
“No!” I repeated firmly.
“Fine,” he muttered.
He stood up from his seat, walking away, and for a moment, I thought he had let it go–until I suddenly felt his arms scoop me up from beneath.
“Put me down!” I struggled at first, but deep down, I knew he wouldn’t relent.
By the time we reached the room, he pushed the door open, carried me inside, and gently placed me on the bed. Then, without hesitation, he locked the door behind him.
“I don’t want to be here, Deckard. Please, let me go,” I pleaded.
“This is exactly where you should be,” he said, his voice unwavering. “It doesn’t matter if we’re fighting or ready to tear each other apart–I’d rather keep you close and fight you, knowing you’re strong and healthy, than give you peace while worrying about your safety every damn minute.”
His words hit me in a way I didn’t expect. They sank into my skin, leaving a lingering warmth I didn’t know how to shake. But I had nothing to say in return.
Instead, I lay on the bed, turning to the other side so I wouldn’t have to see his face.
“Would you like to take a hot shower?” he asked, but I didn’t respond.
I heard him step into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the silence. A few minutes later, he returned, turning off the light before settling into bed beside me.
The moment I sensed his presence, I instinctively turned to the other side. But before I could put more distance between us, he wrapped his arm around me from behind.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I muttered, trying to push his hand away.
“Shhh,” was all he said, and that riled me up.
“Don’t..”
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*Stop acting childish, Amica,” he snaps, frustration creeping into his voice. “I’m trying to come down to your level here, and you’re making fun of me. That’s not fair.”
“Oh, how right you are, the great king, coming down from his high horse to speak to a poor peasant like me!” I can’t stop myself from letting his words get to me. The words come out before I can even think. He sounds so pompous–he doesn’t even know how to apologize properly.
“Look, I can’t keep going back and forth with you in this little game of sarcasm. I have important things to say, and you’re just making a joke out of it,” he said, exasperated. “I think I’ll go to bed now, but I’d prefer if you joined me. And before you accuse me of having selfish motives, I can feel the cold seeping from your body. I don’t want you getting sick. So, please- let’s go to bed now. You need warmth!” he commanded.
“What?” I scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded. “I’m not cold. I know that for sure.”
“Of course you aren’t,” he said dryly. “Until you pass out, and I’m the one left worrying and carrying you around. I don’t have the strength or mental capacity to deal with you collapsing on me right now, so let’s go to our room–now.”
“No!” I shot back, turning my gaze toward the screen.
“No?” he echoed, arching a brow.
“No!” I repeated firmly.
“Fine, he muttered.
He stood up from his seat, walking away, and for a moment, I thought he had let it go–until I suddenly felt his arms scoop me up from beneath.
“Put me down!” I struggled at first, but deep down, I knew he wouldn’t relent.
By the time we reached the room, he pushed the door open, carried me inside, and gently placed me on the bed. Then, without hesitation, he locked the door behind him.
‘I don’t want to be here, Deckard. Please, let me go, I pleaded.
This is exactly where you should be,” he said, his voice unwavering. “It doesn’t matter if we’re fighting or ready to tear each other apart–I’d rather keep you close and fight you, knowing you’re strong and healthy, than give you peace while worrying about your safety every damn minute.”
His words hit me in a way I didn’t expect. They sank into my skin, leaving a lingering warmth I didn’t know how to shake. But I had nothing to say in return.
Instead, I lay on the bed, turning to the other side so I wouldn’t have to see his face.
Would you like to take a hot shower?” he asked, but I didn’t respond.
I heard him step into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the silence. A few minutes later, he returned, turning off the light before settling into bed beside me.
The moment I sensed his presence, I instinctively turned to the other side. But before I could put more distance between us, he wrapped his arm around me from behind.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I muttered, trying to push his hand away.
“Shhh was all he said, and that riled me up.
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I turned swiftly, ready to give him a piece of my mind–but instead, my lips brushed with his in an unexpected kiss. And the worst part? He caught it like he had been waiting for it.
His lips moved against mine, while his togue explore and claiming, before I could even think to pull away, I found myself sinking into the moment.
I tried to push him off, but he caught my lower lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to send a sharp sting through me. For a moment, I swore I tasted blood–but Deckard took it all in, not letting a single drop go to waste.
Fuck.
I can’t resist him, yet I hate him so much. His insufferable pride, his ego–it all pissed me off.
My bare chest pressed against his, my hardened nipples brushing against his skin, and it sent a jolt through me. My body betrayed me, every nerve alight with need.
I hate him. I want him.
And I just want to grab him.