All Chapters of The Exiled Dragon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Odessa The whole next day was spent in bed. I was completely exhausted, and I wasn’t sure how he could keep going. Dragons must have excellent stamina. There would be times I would get an hour's reprieve only to feel his pain through this mating bond and I would immediately wake up to help him. He kept telling me to go back to sleep, but how could I do that when he was suffering so much? I mean, we weren’t suffering while we ‘did it,’ so I didn’t see the problem. By dawn the next day, the intervals slowed, and we actually slept. I was thankful for the mysterious baskets that continued to show up at the entrance of the cave. More of the witch hazel oils, soothing creams, and medicinal herbs showed up, some of which gave my lady parts a good rest. Creed would stop and drink a hot tea that smelled like coffee often. When I asked why he was drinking it, since he had never drunk the stuff before, he told me it helped him not put a fledgling in me yet. That sparked

CreedOdessa was visibly shaking. I grabbed her, pulling her to my chest, not letting her see the blood still flow from Fluffy’s body. My own heart ached. Seeing the pet, more like family over the past many years, lay in front of me.My dragon didn’t care for the sentiment. He was enraged. Growls were leaving my chest, thinking of the vampires that were after my mate. They had become closer. My mind had forgotten everything the past few days with my rut. The only concentration was on my Fawn and now we had been pushed back to reality. I still feel my body not fully complete with my rut, but I’d be damn I’d just make love to her after seeing this.My dragon pushed my physical body’s urge to mate with her again, now only worrying about what to do next. We had been on our own, hiding away in caves and now we had nowhere to go, nowhere I could take her. Vampires have caught her scent and will follow us to the ends of the world.&

Creed“You promised, remember?” Odessa’s hands rubbed my chest, parting my unshaven chest hair. My hands cupped her cheeks, kissing her forehead, then touching it with my own.“I’ve never broken one, not to you.”“Yeah, well, don’t do it anytime soon either or you’ll be in big trouble!” She chastised.“Trouble? What happens when I get in trouble?” My heart hurt to think she would be angry with me. Her worried face faded, a smile appearing.“You won’t find out as long as you keep your promise.”We stood on a large platform that could have been meant for dragons or maybe large squadrons of faes and fairies to land and depart on. Amora stood by Nicholas. They whispered into each other’s ears. Amora’s dragon was yet to fly long distances, so she would stay behind us and ride in our wind-stream.Amora was nervous. Her dragon pranced in her

Apollo looked Adam in the eye, his eyes forming into those of his griffon. The large slits of his eyes narrowed horizontally, picking up Adam’s heart rate and flushed skin. Adam, on the outside, remained stoic, his body language showing he was the Alpha Dragon of this Tribe. On the inside, he was crumbling.  Warriors growled out, some holding spears, while others shifted. “You killed ‘ya mother and ‘ya fathar, killed an entire tribe because of yar greed.” Apollo’s finger pointed at Adam. “An entire tribe wiped out because of tha black magic laced with blood of dragons,” he hissed. Yer a traditor to yer kind!" Adam had worked hard to keep up the façade of a caring Alpha status with the rest of the tribe. He made sure the dragons were fed; the women were taken care of, and they flourished. Most of all, he had the warriors eating out of his hand the way he would reward them with gold and precious stones. As long as he had his warriors, he would remain unstoppable.

CreedWith Adam no longer a threat to the tribe, to me, or my mate, I did not realize more responsibility would befall me. Being an Alpha was never my intention, and it certainly will not come to pass. After years of being alone, seeing their faces as they jeered and hated me, even under a spell, my heart would not do justice to protect them. The flashes of their faces would always haunt me and when it came time to give judgment to tribe members if ever needed, I would pull from those memories.Being an Alpha was not for me.With King Orion’s offer to help take in the tribe, I was grateful. The area was uninhabitable, and with winter breathing down our necks, it would be wise to spend our time down in the Bergarian plains this year. My only issue would have to be to find a suitable dragon that has alpha blood in their line to take over.The entire tribe took to the sky. I would not let my Fawn fly with us, rather than have her ride on my back. She p