Matitus POV I follow after Silas, his burning rage radiating out of him as he storms into the castle heading for the library. When I approach, he had upturned the entire room in a matter of seconds, once again I would have to clean up his mess, his anger always getting the better of him.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â I demand making him turn around and glare at me.
âI will not give the Fae our kingdomâ He argues.
âIs this what your so pissed off about? Because she is Fae, what did you expect her to be, a bedroom toy? We are kings either way she would be our Queenâ
âThatâs exactly what I expect, she is Fae. This is my kingdom, we built it. I wonât just hand it over to the Fae to do as they pleaseâ
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre not giving the Fae our kingdom, you are just agreeing to let Elora rule alongside us, they listen to her. This is a good thing Silasâ
âYou blinded by her; you donât even see what is happeningâ Silas retorts. I did see, clearly saw what is happening, change was happening, and he couldnât handle it, his ego getting in the way, his burning hatred for the Fae consuming his head.
âSo, what you expected Elora, just to remain by side and have no say in anything?â I ask.
âYes, she is ours, she shouldnât be challenging us, challenging our titles, she is to be seen not heardâ
Silas screams at me before throwing a chair against the wall. I laugh I canât help it. He really expects a woman like her to be stuck in a corner and do as she is told.
âI canât believe your laughing, there is nothing funny about this, this goes against everything. She is going against usâ Silas yells the temperature rising with his anger.
âIs this about Elora or the Fae?â
âThe Fae, what else would it be about?â
âWell sorry to break it to you Silas, Elora is Fae. She canât change who she isâ
âI wonât hand my kingdom over to the Fae, I donât care what she is to us. This was supposed to break the curse on the Dragonâs not the Fae, her sacrifice was wasted and then this bullshit threatening to take our kingdomâ
âShe isnât taking anything, why canât you see that? You are right she made a sacrifice so did Claire, the curse on the dragons? Fuck the curse Silas, I donât give a damn about the curse with her by our sideâ I scream back at him.
âMaybe the curse on the dragonâs wasnât a sacrifice she is supposed to makeâ Dragus says overhearing the conversation as he walked in.
âWhat are you talking about, the book said the chosen one had to make the sacrificeâ He argues back against Dragus.
âThink about it Silas, why would a Fae have to make a sacrifice for the Dragons. Elora doesnât owe us anything. If anything, you owe her a fucking apology, you just denounced her in front of the entire kingdom all because she is Fae. Her being Fae does not affect her ability to rule alongside usâ Dragus tells him.
âShe is not our equalâ He screams back at him. His entire body trembling and I could see scales rippling up his arms as he fought to not shift where we stood.
âMaybe thatâs the problem, you two have been fighting against each other the moment she got here.
You want her to be our mate, yet she is to sit below us. Thatâs not how it is supposed to be, she is to stand beside us, not behind us, equalâs Silasâ
âFae will never be equal to the Dragonsâ He says turning away.
Dragus and I both stare at him, nothing we say was getting through to him. What I didnât realise was that Elora had heard everything, didnât realise she was watching from the doorway, she remained silent, if it werenât for the hurt hitting me through the bond, I wouldnât have even noticed she was there.
What Silas said hurt her.
âIf thatâs how you feel Silas, I will take my people and leaveâ Her voice strong, yet I could feel how much she was struggling to remain that way, not wanting him to see how deeply his words cut her, she felt rejected by him, by us.
Silas spins around at the sound of her voice, I could tell he didnât mean for her to overhear, yet she had, and he was to stubborn to admit he was wrong, to stubborn to give into her.
âAnd go where Elora, youâre not leaving this kingdom?â
âIf you donât want the Fae here means you donât want me hereâ She tells him.
âThatâs not what I saidâ He says stepping forward, but she puts up her hand warding him off and he stops, regret shining in his eyes.
âI am Fae, Silas. I canât change and I wouldnât even if I could. My people will follow me. Your kingdom means that much to you? have it. I never asked for this. You brought me here. I didnât want to rule, I didnât ask for this, it just happened. Either let me in or let me go. I will not turn my back on my peopleâ
She tells him before walking away.
âShe wonât go, there is no where to go. She will get over itâ He says before sighing. I shake my head; I know Elora enough to know she will do as she says.
âYouâre really going to let her leave?â I ask incredulous. Dragus thinking the same thing.
âShe canât leave, there is nothing out the there. Everyone know not to cross the bordersâ
âSo, you told her whatâs out there then?â I ask folding my arms across my chest. His head snapping toward me and I knew he hadnât. No one knows except the Lycans and us.
âShe knows itâs not safeâ He says sitting down on the ground, placing his arms on his knees. I nod well thatâs one thing I suppose. Elora wonât risk the Fae, not when she only just found them.
âSo, what next then, this is your plan?â I ask.
âWe show them who has control, we donât need another rebellion from them. Either Fae fall in line or we get rid of themâ He states. This shit again, this grudge against the Fae needs to end.
âElora wonât allow that; she wonât bow down to you again Silas, why canât you see that?â Dragus tells him.
âShe wonât have a choice; she belongs to us. This is our kingdom, our home. She will see it as a good thing, the bond will make sure of itâ He says. I am done, he honestly believes she will stand idly by and allow him to control her, control everything.
Not able to handle any more of his nonsense I leave. I wonât lose my mate again; wonât lose her over a hundred-year-old grudge he canât seem to drop.
Heading upstairs, I walk to our bedroom. I could hear her sobbing behind the door. I hesitated what if she hated us now because of him? Taking a deep breath, I enter to find her rummaging in the cupboard for some clothes after hers were torn from her wings.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âDonât pretend you donât know Matitusâ She says. I wanted to go to her, but I could tell she was mad, hurt by what happened with Silas. I watch as she strips whatâs left of her clothes off and gasp at what I see. She was magnificent. Her skin was gorgeous, etched with the markings of the Fae. Elora looks down when she notices my stare and I feel her shock hit me, the violet markings spreading from her temple down her cheek and across one entire side of her body, the markings of her magic, our mate markings but there was more, I know the more markings a fae has, mean the more powerful they are, but this was something else. These werenât just Fae markings but the markings I had only seen in books. Dragon books.
Something changed when she came back or was reborn as Claire had said. Running down her side were violet swirls, swirls I realised were mine and Dragus markings spreading across her ribs to the side of her stomach, they were mesmerising, and I never liked tattooâs, especially on woman but on her, they were beautiful like a part of her, they enhanced her beauty, and I was in awe of her.
âI wonder what they mean?â She asks softly tracing her fingers down her side of the blossoms and flames.
âMay Iâ I ask, and she looks up at me. Her eyebrows furrowing before she nods. Kneeling in front her I trace my fingers over the new markings, they glow under my touch, reacting to me. I knew it. These were our markings, she had been blessed with our magic, when we pledged our loyalty to her it sealed us to her, giving her a piece of us, though I could tell it wasnât complete because of the way it suddenly cut off. She was missing one piece. That piece was Silas.
âItâs our magicâ I tell her, looking up at her. She stared back down not understanding.
âWhen we stood before you pledging ourselves to you, it gave you a part of usâ I tell her.
âBut I am Fae, not Dragon?â She says.
âI doesnât matter, youâre our mate we are part of you and you usâ I tell her.
âSo, you sacrificed a piece of your magic and gave it to me?â She asks. Her words hitting me like a tonne of bricks and Dragusâs words earlier, that he said to Silas. It finally made sense.
I knew he was right. It was never Elora who had to make the sacrifice, it was us. Only we could break the curse. We had to surrender to her, give ourselves wholly to her. Yet I knew the curse would never be broken because I know Silas would never surrender to a Fae, even if she is our mate. Even if it meant breaking the curse.
I laugh at my newfound knowledge, Blaire was cunning, she knew he would never submit to the Fae;
therefore, the curse would never be broken. She knew he would kill them off, yet she must have misunderstood the Faeâs ability to survive, or she knew they would, but his stubbornness would see to the curse never being broken.
Blaire knew, no matter what Silas would be his own downfall, the ultimate revenge. We could have broken the curse all along we just didnât see it.
âWhatâs so funny?â She asks staring down at me. I kiss her hip and she shivers; I love how reactive she is to us, love how her body reacts even when she doesnât want to.
âNothing little one, nothing you need to worry aboutâ
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