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XENDAYA. His lips touch my forehead, and despite every resolution I have made, my entire body reacts to his intimate gesture. My heart’s pounding and my breath hitches as I find myself melting into his hold. There’s a deep sincerity in his voice that gives me a glimpse of the man who told me his story in those caverns. The man who I wanted to try my best for… The King I wanted to stand beside for his people… My eyes flutter shut as I listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He cares for his people. It’s the one thing I get from his sincerity. I may not be a priority for him and perhaps I am a mate he does not want, but his people are important to him and that is enough for me. We might just have something in common. He slowly moves back and lets go of me and I realise I was completely leaning on him, feeling the exhaustion as I’m back on my own two feet hit harder. I look into his eyes, his intense gaze burning into me, and I remember how angry he was earlier before he promised t
XENDAYA. He frowns slightly as he tries to move his arm but is unable to. The coppery taste of blood in my mouth is a cold warning I need to stop. I pull the sponge from his hand and smack it across his face before I let it go and he catches it, staring at it for a second. I gasp, trying to calm my thumping heart, as I almost topple face forward into the water. “I slowed Nefzaan down and lessened the impact of his element if you didn’t notice,” I reply haughtily as I stare defiantly at him. He’s frowning, an expression of understanding on his face, almost as if something now made sense to him, but it changes to surprise as he looks at me as if seeing me for the first time. “That’s what you were doing… I did feel that he had slowed…” he murmurs, more to himself. “I may not be as strong and tall as you dragons, but I am not weak, Agnarr,” I say, looking him square in the eyes as I grab the soap and begin to wash my body. “I have never called you weak… wolf princess. But I must adm
AGNARR. Pleasure slams through me, breaking the dams on my emotions and self-control. My mind is blank, save the carnal instinct that burns through my veins. I fucking want to ravage her, and I don’t care that she’s exhausted. I need another taste to satiate the hunger that consumes me. The moment she bit into my neck, my hand twisting into her hair as I roughly kiss her shoulder, I was in a fucking haze. I never knew having one’s blood drunk could be so sexually arousing… She suddenly tenses, pulling away. Her heart is pounding, and that’s when I realise with a damning clarity that the electrifying jolts of pleasure are still dancing between us where our skin is touching. What have I done? Has the spell broken fully? I let go of her, as if I’ve been burned and I can sense her panic within my mind? ‘I’ve marked him!’ her thought rings in my head. The words send a rush of cold through me and I touch my neck, feeling the light throbbing where she had bitten me, before I look acr
TWO YEARS AGO. AGNARR. I look up at the sky as I sit on the roof of one of the walls that overlook the carnival below. I remain in the shadows, the large trees from behind casting a roof over my head. No one is on alert, everyone far too content and relaxed as they enjoy the night. The last few weeks have been harder… and I’m finding myself falling into the darkness… All I want to do is kill, kill anyone and anything that gets in my way. The rage that pounds at my head, the frustration that I am a failure and the anger as Nefzaan yet again hurts my people, consumes me. So, I decided to take a little break from everything and come to the place that has become a soothing remedy for me. Here I am, in the Wolf Kingdom… A place that has drawn me for the last few years. I lean back slightly, watching as the wolves below us have fun. A kingdom that is free and at peace… I want this for my people. For them, to live in a land that is more than just rock and molten lava. A small smirk t
AGNARR. I unzip my own pants and pull out my cock. “This will be a story we’ll remember years from now.” She whispers in my ear, “That our first time was in an alley in a small town on the borders of Clair De Lune.” A soft wind blows, and I hug her tighter, feeling drunk with the haze of how this feels. Kissing her neck, I rub my cock against her clit making her moan. In a world where there are no risks or expectations, this would be perfect. “Take me,” she whispers. “Tell me your name.” Her eyes are coated with desire, but there’s also curiosity there. “Ladies first,” I reply softly. “Xendaya Araqiel,” she says proudly. Araqiel… Find the king with the Dragon Tattoo… For he is the one who holds your fated mate dear. “You are the daughter of the Alpha King,” I say now, looking into her face. She nods. “Is that a problem?” The seers’ words now make sense… “Not at all,” I murmur, claiming those lips once more. I reach down and press my cock to her entrance, feeling her breath
XENDAYA. My mind is spinning as Agnarr’s memory replays in my mind. It’s too much to take in; Dad’s reasoning, Agnarr’s reasoning! And then the fact he made me forget it all… That night had haunted me for months… I had still felt a slight ache in my core the following day. It was the night I lost my virginity. I knew I had penetrative sex even if there was no blood. But that was to be expected with the number of accidents and extreme workouts I did growing up. But deep down, I knew something happened and the fact I couldn’t remember had always made me feel uneasy. I never dared utter that thought out loud, but now… I pull back, the way his hands graze my bare skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “You still shouldn’t have made me forget about it,” I say quietly, as I try to get out of his lap, but his hand suddenly tightens on my hips, and I hate that I can feel his cock against my pussy. “I thought we have already gone over this,” he says, making me frown. I brush my t
XENDAYA. I cry out in pleasure, as he begins fucking me with his fingers harder and faster. My pussy clenches, my juices leaking out of me as he hits the spot every single time. Fuck… that’s it! Oh fuck. I can no longer think, my moans filling the room as my orgasm builds. I’m so close. Fuck! “Will you obey next time?” His sexy voice comes. That doesn’t mean I have to stick to it… “Yes.” I moan, knowing if I say no, he won’t let me come and I need that release. A throaty chuckle leaves him as he suddenly pulls his fingers out. Leaving me on the brink of my release. My eyes fly open as he grabs my chin. “That was a lie,” he rasps. “Bad girls do not get to come.” Our eyes meet, my heart thudding as he raises his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along them. Fuck, that’s sexy. His words seem to register when Shayara lets out a whimper of frustration. So, he was going to leave me- “I think this is a befitting punishment, since you are so disobedient, my Dragonette. How
AGNARR. I do not know what to say to her as she wraps the sheet around herself. The moment I woke up, the first thing I realised was the way I had my head buried in her breasts. I like breasts, that was not the issue, but it was too close… too intimate… We were tangled together, and it shouldn’t have happened. She distracts me in ways that nothing else can and it gives me more reprieve and proves a better distraction than spending my energy in my harem. Last night I slept better too… perhaps I was tired, but I know she was also part of the reason. I will have to hide this mark soon because she has now tied us together. I do not want her to become the target for Nefzaan, a way to get to me. Knowing by hurting her that I will feel it… I am sure that is how the bond between wolves works. She leaves the room, and I let her, not knowing what to say. There’s a sudden strangeness in the air between us and I don’t know how to get rid of it. I have never slept beside a woman. Waking up
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless