Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 40

Silas POV

She collapsed in a heap on the floor, my anger instantly simmering down and for a second I thought I

killed her. The burns etched into the soft skin around her neck made guilt flood me before I forced it

down as a fist connected with the side of my face. Matitus raining blow after blow and I didn’t even fight

back, he knew I could break him like a twig. I was the mighty Dragon King for a reason. But I could feel

his pent-up rage needing release and I deserved it.

My anger and hate was destroying everything, destroying her as she lay broken and unconscious on

the floor. Matitus weight on my chest made it hard to breathe. I knew I fucked up, his burning rage

eating at me before Dragus rips him off me. My blood spilling onto the floor and staining the rug, I

barely felt it, I was numb to everything.

I hurt my mate’s, the ones I swore I would protect and love above all else. My beast enraged inside me;

he would be content even if we never broke the curse as long as they remained by our side. Dragus

scooped Elora off the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked down at her. Their emotions

spilled into me. They thought they failed her, failed to protect her. Who would have thought the one

person she needed protecting from would be those who loved her most? I never thought I would find a

female mate, thought we were doomed to an eternity of misery, until Matitus caught her scent that day.

If only he didn’t, she would be safe from me. The raging monster that has held the grudge for so long, I

often forgot why I hated the Aziza bloodline. Blaire destroyed us, what we created, yet the longer I held

onto the past, the more I realised I was the one damaging everything. I knew deep down I truly didn’t

hate Blaire, but myself for that moment of weakness for allowing myself to love her. I was the curse that

plagued my mates for centuries.

One action destroyed everything. I thought threatening to remove him from the equation would make

her see sense, make her accept the bond. If I hadn't threatened him, she may have never done it.

When she rejected the bond. Had the bond snuffed out in seconds, it showed she loved him more than

us and I wanted her to hurt like I did. So I killed him in front of her. In front of their entire kingdom. I

never should have killed her husband, that was cruel and I could no longer blame her. I would kill

anyone that dared to hurt my mates.

She would have felt the same, I realise that now. Maybe she wouldn’t have rejected us if I hadn’t

threatened him. Maybe she wouldn’t have cursed us to a life of misery and hell if I hadn’t killed him.

The torture I felt in that moment was like no other. Hearing those words leave her lips as she smiled at

me. She knew I was a monster, knew I was going to kill her and she did it anyway. She welcomed

death, stared it straight in the eye and cursed it. Once again giving into my pain and anger before I

killed her, she died by these hands and it seemed history was doomed to repeat itself with Elora.

The way she held my gaze as she tried to reject us, I held no doubt at the strength of her words that

she would go through with it, say the words that severed the bond just like Blaire did.

Blaire didn’t even scream, never took her eyes from me as I let hellfire consume me. A knowing glint in Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

her eyes as the flames ravaged her, melting her skin away as flames consumed her. Not a tear shed,

just the sounds of the screams of her daughter as she watched on helplessly as her mother burned

alive before all hell broke loose. The treaty was broken and the balance between species destroyed. A

balance that was created for us to live harmoniously and fairly. Everyone was equal. By the laws I had

the right to kill her, for rejecting the bond. No bond could be rejected, and the fae kingdom was

supposed to hand any fae over once discovered as a mate.

Yet Blaire was their next Queen and was married with a daughter. The rule was unfair. Fae didn’t feel

the bond, they chose their mates, their life partners, so I understood her confusion. She couldn’t rule

her people from the Dragon kingdom. She couldn’t keep her husband even though we would have

allowed it just to have her. But she was loyal to her beliefs, to her people, but most of all to the man she

married, the man she chose. And I was selfish and entitled, thinking the law would protect me. Instead,

it started a feud and broke the treaty when they attacked.

Matitus and Dragus both hated me for decades afterwards for what I did. Even though they hated me at

that moment, they still helped me take down the Fae Kingdom, turning it to ruin and leaving them with

no royals, or so we thought. When we learned the curse could only be broken by a royal fae or their

chosen one, I thought for sure the curse was unbreakable. Thought we killed every Royal Fae. Didn’t

realise her daughter escaped. Completely forgot to check for sure, thinking it was impossible for the

child to survive the carnage. Now though, looking at Elora I truly could see my misdoings.

“You destroy everything, fucking everything with no regard for us” Dragus screamed at me and I

swallow the lump down before shoving his feelings away, letting my calm, cold demeanour slip back in

place before I rip her from him. Matitus and Dragus jump to their feet at her limp body in my arms.

Turning on my heel, I leave. Them chasing after me, ready to attack if I hurt her. I had no intentions of

hurting her, but I needed to fix this and the only way I knew how was by force. She would give in; we

would break her as much as it pained me to do so. I won’t let history repeat itself. Placing her on the

bed, I walk out before heading outside to the garages and retrieving a chain and padlock.

Walking back in the room, Matitus and Dragus were watching her unconscious body. Their eyes

snapping to mine when they heard the clink of chains before I secured one to the end of the bed before

padlocking it to her ankle. Matitus hand gripping my wrist as I lock it in place.

“You insist on making things worse” he spits at me.

“What would you have me do Matitus, she will try to leave the first chance she gets?” I reply angrily. He

knows I am right and her being here trapped with us will make the bond continue to grow, till eventually

she will become consumed with only us, nothing else will matter and she will eventually forgive. The

bond will see to it.

“She won’t care if you kill her as soon as she can talk she will reject us,” Dragus says looking down at

her. I was nearly tempted to cut out her tongue, but I would never hear her voice again.

“She won’t be able to talk for a few days as long as neither of you give her your blood.”

“Then what? Huh. What’s the brilliant plan you have to make her accept us? What are you going to do

when she refuses to hand her magic over? I don’t care if we never have kids, Silas, as long as I have

her. We don’t need heirs, we are immortal. You only want them now because the choice was taken

from you, taken by Blaire.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh in frustration. I don’t have the answers they want.

“I don’t know, okay. What do you want me to say?” I ask, glaring at them.

“I want you to give her choice back, she won’t be forced. Giving up her magic means giving up

everything she is. Why can’t you see that?”

“Because she needs nothing from the fae, she should only need us. That’s how it is supposed to work.

She was made for us in every way and she won’t submit. So it leaves only one option, I won’t lose her”

Matitus chuckles, making me turn my attention to him.

“What?”

“You’re so blinded by your own ego and pride that you can’t even tell you already lost her.” He shakes

his head before shoving past me and leaving me with only Dragus.