Demetria was standing like hypnotized. Her whole body was vibrating with uneven waves of energy. She never felt like this before. The anger and frustration the girl felt a while ago was slowly fading, replaced by something much more powerful, something strange but pleasant at the same time. - What is going on?- She asked Elena. There was some tickling sensation in every nerve in her body. ~ I am not one hundred percent sure, but it feels like your family was right, and we are not just ordinary. It looks like we released some kind of power. ~ Her dragon replied, and Demetria felt a prick of pride in her inner beast voice. - But why now? I was not even trying. - The girl raised her hands gently, shrugging her arm. ~ Like I just said, I am not an expert here, but I think you should be careful with your hands. ~ Elena said and smirked. Of course, this made Dematria immediately look at her palms. She glanced at them and screamed. - Oh my Goddess, I am on fire!! My hands are on fire! -
Time is up The deadline Lucius gave them was getting closer, and Demetria could feel how the nervousness lingered in their house. Her mother and Cassius often closed themselves off in the office, and no matter how much she tried, there was no chance to hear what they were talking about. After every conversation, both of them seemed gloomier. To not overthink everything, Demetria focused on her training. She managed to control her magic partly unless some strong emotions were involved, which was happening quite often. The girl was still under the impression of her last dream. It was not as bloody as the previous one, but she could still hear the screams of the people in the pack. Today, Demetria was practicing how to place a proper shield. Her mother taught her that attack was not always the solution; she also had to learn how to protect herself. It was a pleasant training since the girl was really good at it. She managed to build a barrier on the first try. It was a nice change after
BetrayalLucius was watching the sun getting closer to the horizon. The shadows were getting longer. Soon, the night would take over this place. It was his last day in this pathetic pack, and he was sure I would be memorable. One way or another. The Dragon King was standing on the porch of the pack house, watching the people, who did their best to act natural. Of course, they knew he was leaving. Lucius could almost feel how they impatiently waited for this moment.- It is almost time. They did not show up. - Callista spoke, standing behind him. - It is disappointing.- Why is that? - The Dragon King asked without genuine interest. The day was not over yet.- I thought Kaitlyn would be more reasonable. - The witch replied. She wished to use some more appropriate words to describe her rival, but she reconsidered it, remembering the last time she did it. Callista still felt the burning rage at the thought of Lucius's reaction. Was he still attached to his mate? She betrayed him, yet he s
Kylan was amazed by the surroundings. This place was what he could only call a screaming luxury. The castle was enormous, truly worth the King living here. Everything in here was telling him how powerful and wealthy Lucius was. The young man has spent a lot of time admiring his chamber, which was more significant than any other room he ever stayed in. It was suitable for the new Alpha. He was walking around it, touching every golden ornament in his reach. Kylan lay on his bed, thinking about the last events. He finally reached his goal and became a leader. He had no remorse about how he got his title. As the Dragon King said, sometimes people need to make hard choices to get what they dream of. Kylan waited long enough while his father was finding new excuses to postpone his stepping down. But now, no one would dare deny his rights since his parents were dead. His people will have to accept him as a leader, and if they will, they won't regret it. Kylan was sure he could bring their
Shioban tried to open her eyes, but she quickly gave up when the bright light attacked her pupils. She perked through her almost shut eyelids, allowing herself to adjust to the brightness. She sniffed the air, her nostrils filled with the strong scent of medications. That could mean only one thing, she was in the hospital, but Luna could not think about the reason why she was here. In one moment, she was in her mate's office, excited by the fact that their uninvited guests were about to leave the second she was on the hospital bed. Shioban tried to pull herself up, but then the pain spread across her chest. - Please lay down, Luna. The wounds are not fully healed yet. - She heard the voice that belonged to the pack doctor, Crystal before she was gently pushed back. - Wounds? - Shioban tried to ask, but her voice came out barely a whisper. Luckily, it was enough for the doctor to hear. - You need to rest now. - The woman responded. Luna was finally able to open her eyes for good.
Demetria's lips parted slightly. That was quick. She expected her father to try to learn more about her beast, but not that fast. The girl fixed imaginary creases on her dress, looking him straight in the eyes. She trembled internally yet maintained to keep a calm expression. - My dragon? - Demetria asked as she was trying to confirm she heard him correctly. Her father leaned to the back of his chair and smirked at her. - Exactly. I am assuming your beast has been awakened for a while already. The girl felt nervousness rising in her body. What was the reason for this sudden interest? Weren't they supposed to have some father-daughter conversation first? - Her name is Elena, and she has been with me since my eighteen birthday. - Demetria decided to tell him the truth, hoping it would be enough information for her father. She quickly discovered how wrong she was. - Can you describe her? Is she beautiful? - Lucius asked with growing interest.Demetria almost shivered, hearing thos
Shioban and Felix stared at the newcomers, unable to gather their thoughts. Luna glanced at the woman standing in front of her. Even if they had never met, she had no doubts about who this persona was—passing years had no impact on her. Kaitlyn looked exactly like in the painting in the book. The witch was an older copy of her daughter. On the other hand, Felix was not taking his eyes off the man, who was scanning the whole surroundings, ready to attack at the slightest sign of danger. - I asked you a question. - Kaitlyn asked annoyedly, crossing her arms on her chest. Her patience was wearing thin. - We do not know.- Alpha replied quietly, still glaring at the Dragon King. - My people just told us she left. With him.- He finished, pointing to the man, who had a shocked expression. - With me?- He asked, and his lips lifted slightly. - You must be mistaken. Shioban was more and more confused with every passing minute. She tried to think about some rational explanation, but none wa
Demetria still tried to come around her last encounter with her father. There was no doubt all his friendly, fatherly questions aimed to find out more about her. And probably use this knowledge against the girl in the future. Since she arrived here, the Dragon King fed her with lies, hoping she was young and naive. But Demetria read through him straight away. Every person in this castle shivered with fear whenever he was close, not that Lucius paid attention to anyone. The girl had few chances to watch her father's behavior around others, and he treated them as if they were way below his level. In most situations, he did not even spare them a glance, which was a good thing in Demetria's opinion. She was not that lucky since Lucius tried to keep her close at any time, showing her off like a bright new toy. The girl met most of the important and influential people in the castle. All tall and proud, crawled before her father, hoping for a speck of his attention. They would agree with ev