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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
AGNARR. “Well then, you should go get that letter written, but keep this between us. I do not wish for anyone to know where I am headed.” I say quietly. She nods before she places her hand on my stomach, gently pushing me back. Leaving a jolt of pleasure in her wake. “Understood. Now move so I can go write the letter.” She says as I step back. Our eyes meet before she smiles at me. I almost smile back as she hurries from the room in search of a pen and paper. I follow slowly, watching her as she sits down with paper and pen, quickly beginning to write her letter… She stops in between giving a few orders and even gets up to tend to someone at one point. She glances at me, raising both hands. “Ten minutes.” She mouths and I nod. ‘Take your time. I will be back soon.’ I say, deciding to give her a little time without me hovering here. Even as I walk through the halls, her remark from earlier niggles at me. Does she think I am ashamed or do not want to be seen publicly talking to
XENDAYA. I watch him until he disappears, my lips still tingling from the kiss we had just shared. I want to understand him more than ever… even if we are so different, there is something there… And there’s so much more to him than he lets the world see. His reassurance that he has no qualms about being seen with me publicly envelops me with a warmth that feels almost as comforting as having his arms around me. I’m not meant to fall… I look at Leinaar. She’s watching me intently. “You and Agnarr are close.” She states, raising her chin, and staring at me. ‘Of course we are. Now tell her to take a hike.’ Shayara growls. I choose not to answer, since it wasn’t a question, anyway. “There’s a lot to do around here. We have a lot of wounded men. We have luckily managed to check everyone and get them a bed or a place to sleep, but there’s still a lot to do, like changing bandages, cleaning wounds and such.” I explain, turning back towards the hospital wing. “Is that something you ca
AGNARR. “The Dragon King is here to see you, Alpha,” the man says as he tries to announce me before entering. These pathetic walls around the city are not enough to hold me and I smirk as I push open the double doors to the king’s hall that slam off the walls, echoing loudly. Kian looks up, clearly not expecting me to barge in, although it is obvious he must have known of my arrival. His woman is beside him and she moves back, adjusting her clothes. From what I can tell, they were having a little fun. “I’m sorry for disturbing your moment,” I say mockingly. “King Agnarr…” Kian says standing up, his eyes flitting behind me, almost as if he expected Xendaya to be there. “King Kian,” I respond, as I walk over to them. He holds his hand out, but there’s no denying he’s fearing the worst. There’s a strong urge to scare him and tell him that his daughter is no more but saying that about Xendaya is anything but amusing. Just the thought makes me uneasy and the urge to get this over wit
AGNARR. “And what is this?” I ask seeing the large heap of sacks that were piled in the courtyard of the Alpha King’s palace along with a lot of rope that makes me narrow my eyes. “Food, for you to take back, it is not much for now, but it should suffice until your men can come for more.” “And I am certain you expect me to carry these…” I say. Now I am being treated like cattle or a donkey, that I am going to lug all this weight… “Yes, of course, what other use is there ofbeing a ferocious huge Dragon?” Kian counters arrogantly. “Not to be loaded like this.” I frown. “It’s for your people,” Morgana says with a poisonous smile. This was probably her idea. Women… Not giving them a warning, I shift, making them both jump back, and I internally snicker as I turn my eyes upon them blowing a wisp of smoke. “Shall we load your backs?” Kian asks glancing over at Dagnoth. ‘Go for it… I did want to have a lot of energy for when I returned to Xendaya, but maybe this way she’ll be able
AGNARR. Only this time, it feels so much stronger. My heart is hammering as I stare at her stomach, consumed by emotions that I cannot comprehend. My hands are trembling, my breath shaky. A soft moan leaves her as she stirs slightly. It all makes sense; the pain she must have felt were the first flames of my child… Our child. I caress her forehead, a smile tugging at my lips when Nefzaan’s words return with vengeance. ‘No matter what you do, you won’t be able to save yourself, your tribe, or continue your lineage. I am ready to bathe in the blood of any woman who will be unlucky enough to bear your child… Her blood will be like wine, quenching my thirst. I will await the good news that you have filled another woman’s belly with your seed and when you do, I will come for her!’ Fear and helplessness that I have felt countless times returns with full force. No, don’t think about that, but it’s futile. He will kill them and, like every time, I will be the one who is unable to pro
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