Ira's Pov"I, King Adon Adler, hereby reject this ugly, human as my mate and queen of this kingdom. I swear in front of you all that I will never desire it now or in future," the last of my mates states his rejection amidst cheers and applause from the crowd of guests I am too angry to feel the pain, and I can see the confusion in the eyes of the guests and officials as they had expected to watch me cry like a little child. I am determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. They may have They may have taken away my good dress, but not my resilience. They look most beautiful today in their regal attires and shimmering crowns on their heads. But not even that would make me cry over their rejection. I wish I can insult them back but I was warned against "I, Ira Levitt, hereby accept your rejection, your majesty," I manage to say the words without stammering for the third time and feel proud of myself. I bite hard on my lower lip as a wave of pain runs through me,
Ira's PovI wait impatiently as Lior takes a seat and grabs his cup of tea before revealing more about what he found out about my father. "I baked a cake. Just like your mother used to," Linda excitedly tells, flashing the most seductive smile. Couldn't she wait for him to say something about my father? It's not like her cake is going bad if not eaten within the next few seconds. But . . . perhaps it will go bad. Because she put a million ingredients in hope of making it the best he has ever tasted. "Can we have it for breakfast?" Lior asks and disappointment takes over Linda's face."No. It will grow cold. It's good that you eat it with this delicious stew," she says and hurries to get the cake before he can argue.Of only I got a mate who is just as obsessed with me as she is with him. I would be feeling like a queen. Because having someone that honesty desires your company and approval is the definition of true love. It doesn't always get reciprocated though. "I would prefer t
Angel Adon's PovOur naked queen runs her fingers through my hair as we make love for the third time in the night. She is determined to prove that she can satisfy us sexually despite her ugliness. I will always accept her as long as she wears makeup when sleeping with me. No that we would let her go even if she didn't try so hard to please us. She has a gift that otherwise females can only dream of possessing. We have enjoyed a week of our honeymoon. I will be suggesting that we extend it for more than just two weeks. Our assistant is after all back to his senses and is capable of handling matters for a few more weeks.He doesn't speak about the human, but he has tried to be a good assistant to our queen as well. He has even tried to build a little friendship and learn a few things about our Queen's royal family and how she gained the power to control dragons. A thing she refused to reveal.She moans loudly as our love making comes to a breathtaking climax and our bodies tremble wit
King Tiras's PovThe dragons breath out fire, lighting up some structures of the palace. Helpless servants run for their lives, some screaming for our help.Our queen continues sobbing like a child. It doesn't make sense. She was so proud of her ability to control the dragons last time the dragons attacked. So how comes she is acting this way now? Unless she did actually lie. She seemed to panic when we told her about our plan to turn dragons into our formidable army last night. She tried to discourage us because she knew she cannot control them. So who controlled them that day?Adon blinds two of the dragons with his illusions and they crash against the palace's tallest towers. The people that were inside fall with the rubble and get crashed by the weight of the dragons. We have to fight them with our powers just like before. Luckily they are not that many today. But their behaviour appears strange. It's the first time they are attacking our palace and not any other place. They se
Angel Adon's PovWe did not just pay a fortune for an ugly girl, but a pretentious, shameless liar as well. What was she thinking? That the rogue dragons would never attack again? It's embarassing to know that we fell for every one of her tricks, including rejecting and humiliating our human mate in a hall full of guests. She was a useless human, but I would not have done it if I wasn't convinced that our Queen could control dragons.If I were to choose between the two now I would prefer a feisty, wise human than a pretentious, ugly princess. Andria's lies made us feel on top of the world, but we are now worse than ever before. I should have known from the moment I noticed her unexpected desire to marry us. Then after the marriage she made every effort to be admired for other things apart from her gift of controlling dragons. Which she knew she didn't have. "If she does not have the power to control dragons, why did they leave at her command last time," Ronen asks. "She said that i
King Ronen's PovI should be laughing at the sounds of her screams as the soldiers whip her. Her makeup washed away after one of our angry servants hurled hot water at her face. Now she looks like a wailing troll with a bloody face and broken teeth. The silver chain attached tightly to her neck prevents her from shifting.She has lost all of her grace and everyone is laughing. But I am too afraid of what she will reveal that I am unable to take pleasure in watching her pay for her lies and wickedness. "I . . . will confess! Please make them stop!" she pleads as the soldiers kick and slap her repeatedly. I wonder what her father would say if he were here now. He demanded a massive tribute knowing that his daughter cannot control rogue dragons. I would hang her in his face."We are not done watching. And I do not think you're ready to confess the actual truth," Tiras states in a frigid tone. We allowed servants and guests into the room to watch her punishment since she values grace
Angel Tiras's Pov"How did your witch manage to get Ira's father inside of our kingdom?" I question.A day ago I wouldn't have cared. But now I have realized that our lack of concern has cost us everything. "My father's spies . . . are everywhere," our wicked queen answers. "We should cut her head off and send it to her father," Adon suggests.I want her dead too. Because that's the only way I can feel satisfied that we have hurt her enough. Her family and whoever that witch is has been hunting down our mate's gifted family for decades. They have killed both of her parents and drained their blood just so they can control dragons for a limited amount of time. We have done things in pursuit of power but not even us can relate to such greed and evil. I doubt that King Ademon has spies everywhere. Only loyal servants can be spies. And Ademon prefers slaves. He only has enough men to chase after our mates family wherever they run. "I agree. But her beheading should be an opportunity t
Angel Ronen's Pov"Your majesties, my name is Linda Rothnia, a skilled doctor. I have come to help in the search of your former human mate and your gorgeous assistant, Lior," the young woman says.Lior's last name is Rothnia and it's not a common name. So why would a woman with his last name be offering us help in finding him? "Are you Lior's sister or wife?" I ask even though I know well that our assistant is not married."I have great hope that Lior will marry me some day. So I have taken his last name in advance," she answers.I should be surprised by her answer. But her's isn't the most insane thing I have heard today. I wonder if our mate will love us just as much some day."So how do you intend to help us?" I ask."I know everything about Lior. I know all he likes and all his close and distant friends. I know where he is going and where he will stop on the way," she answers. She really should be his wife. She already knows more than a mate could. "Why are you here if you love
IRA'S POV I do not get time to pick up my bag as Lior pulls me towards the door. "We shouldn't have rested before getting to the border," he mutters in an anxious voice as we rush out of the house. He assured me that no one would find us here or know the path we took. So why are we running like thieves this early? I am afraid that we will starve on the way since he left our bag of food and I will never find my father.We burst through the wooden door and I immediately corride with a hard chest dressed in silk. I lose my footing and start to fall backwards. Someone catches me and pulls me back to my feet. I look up and my entire body freezes. Angel Adon?!I am beyond appalled. Yet it's hard to miss how elegantly his hair is styled or the conspicuous shirt that he wears. It is missing a shoulder. "Hello dear. . . . we have been looking -" I jump back and away from his grasp. That's when I notice that we are surrounded by their soldiers. And his brother, Ronen, is right beside him
Angel Ronen's Pov"Your majesties, my name is Linda Rothnia, a skilled doctor. I have come to help in the search of your former human mate and your gorgeous assistant, Lior," the young woman says.Lior's last name is Rothnia and it's not a common name. So why would a woman with his last name be offering us help in finding him? "Are you Lior's sister or wife?" I ask even though I know well that our assistant is not married."I have great hope that Lior will marry me some day. So I have taken his last name in advance," she answers.I should be surprised by her answer. But her's isn't the most insane thing I have heard today. I wonder if our mate will love us just as much some day."So how do you intend to help us?" I ask."I know everything about Lior. I know all he likes and all his close and distant friends. I know where he is going and where he will stop on the way," she answers. She really should be his wife. She already knows more than a mate could. "Why are you here if you love
Angel Tiras's Pov"How did your witch manage to get Ira's father inside of our kingdom?" I question.A day ago I wouldn't have cared. But now I have realized that our lack of concern has cost us everything. "My father's spies . . . are everywhere," our wicked queen answers. "We should cut her head off and send it to her father," Adon suggests.I want her dead too. Because that's the only way I can feel satisfied that we have hurt her enough. Her family and whoever that witch is has been hunting down our mate's gifted family for decades. They have killed both of her parents and drained their blood just so they can control dragons for a limited amount of time. We have done things in pursuit of power but not even us can relate to such greed and evil. I doubt that King Ademon has spies everywhere. Only loyal servants can be spies. And Ademon prefers slaves. He only has enough men to chase after our mates family wherever they run. "I agree. But her beheading should be an opportunity t
King Ronen's PovI should be laughing at the sounds of her screams as the soldiers whip her. Her makeup washed away after one of our angry servants hurled hot water at her face. Now she looks like a wailing troll with a bloody face and broken teeth. The silver chain attached tightly to her neck prevents her from shifting.She has lost all of her grace and everyone is laughing. But I am too afraid of what she will reveal that I am unable to take pleasure in watching her pay for her lies and wickedness. "I . . . will confess! Please make them stop!" she pleads as the soldiers kick and slap her repeatedly. I wonder what her father would say if he were here now. He demanded a massive tribute knowing that his daughter cannot control rogue dragons. I would hang her in his face."We are not done watching. And I do not think you're ready to confess the actual truth," Tiras states in a frigid tone. We allowed servants and guests into the room to watch her punishment since she values grace
Angel Adon's PovWe did not just pay a fortune for an ugly girl, but a pretentious, shameless liar as well. What was she thinking? That the rogue dragons would never attack again? It's embarassing to know that we fell for every one of her tricks, including rejecting and humiliating our human mate in a hall full of guests. She was a useless human, but I would not have done it if I wasn't convinced that our Queen could control dragons.If I were to choose between the two now I would prefer a feisty, wise human than a pretentious, ugly princess. Andria's lies made us feel on top of the world, but we are now worse than ever before. I should have known from the moment I noticed her unexpected desire to marry us. Then after the marriage she made every effort to be admired for other things apart from her gift of controlling dragons. Which she knew she didn't have. "If she does not have the power to control dragons, why did they leave at her command last time," Ronen asks. "She said that i
King Tiras's PovThe dragons breath out fire, lighting up some structures of the palace. Helpless servants run for their lives, some screaming for our help.Our queen continues sobbing like a child. It doesn't make sense. She was so proud of her ability to control the dragons last time the dragons attacked. So how comes she is acting this way now? Unless she did actually lie. She seemed to panic when we told her about our plan to turn dragons into our formidable army last night. She tried to discourage us because she knew she cannot control them. So who controlled them that day?Adon blinds two of the dragons with his illusions and they crash against the palace's tallest towers. The people that were inside fall with the rubble and get crashed by the weight of the dragons. We have to fight them with our powers just like before. Luckily they are not that many today. But their behaviour appears strange. It's the first time they are attacking our palace and not any other place. They se
Angel Adon's PovOur naked queen runs her fingers through my hair as we make love for the third time in the night. She is determined to prove that she can satisfy us sexually despite her ugliness. I will always accept her as long as she wears makeup when sleeping with me. No that we would let her go even if she didn't try so hard to please us. She has a gift that otherwise females can only dream of possessing. We have enjoyed a week of our honeymoon. I will be suggesting that we extend it for more than just two weeks. Our assistant is after all back to his senses and is capable of handling matters for a few more weeks.He doesn't speak about the human, but he has tried to be a good assistant to our queen as well. He has even tried to build a little friendship and learn a few things about our Queen's royal family and how she gained the power to control dragons. A thing she refused to reveal.She moans loudly as our love making comes to a breathtaking climax and our bodies tremble wit
Ira's PovI wait impatiently as Lior takes a seat and grabs his cup of tea before revealing more about what he found out about my father. "I baked a cake. Just like your mother used to," Linda excitedly tells, flashing the most seductive smile. Couldn't she wait for him to say something about my father? It's not like her cake is going bad if not eaten within the next few seconds. But . . . perhaps it will go bad. Because she put a million ingredients in hope of making it the best he has ever tasted. "Can we have it for breakfast?" Lior asks and disappointment takes over Linda's face."No. It will grow cold. It's good that you eat it with this delicious stew," she says and hurries to get the cake before he can argue.Of only I got a mate who is just as obsessed with me as she is with him. I would be feeling like a queen. Because having someone that honesty desires your company and approval is the definition of true love. It doesn't always get reciprocated though. "I would prefer t
Ira's Pov"I, King Adon Adler, hereby reject this ugly, human as my mate and queen of this kingdom. I swear in front of you all that I will never desire it now or in future," the last of my mates states his rejection amidst cheers and applause from the crowd of guests I am too angry to feel the pain, and I can see the confusion in the eyes of the guests and officials as they had expected to watch me cry like a little child. I am determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. They may have They may have taken away my good dress, but not my resilience. They look most beautiful today in their regal attires and shimmering crowns on their heads. But not even that would make me cry over their rejection. I wish I can insult them back but I was warned against "I, Ira Levitt, hereby accept your rejection, your majesty," I manage to say the words without stammering for the third time and feel proud of myself. I bite hard on my lower lip as a wave of pain runs through me,