Chapter 68: Piss Their Pants.

Onyx:

Exhaling the humid air that filled my stressed lungs as the guys sparred with Lena, Drogo, and Viviana, Drogo’s mom who he thought was dead for the majority of his life.

The small smiles that flashed between them, causing my own turmoil of not having my “gems” with me to enjoy this moment.

They will pay for this.

“Few more hours.” Shehad grumbled from the shadows, resting while we waited for our “War” to unleash in the early morning hours.

“I can’t Shehad. I need them back now.” I replied coldly as I stood, dusting off the mossy dirt that clung to my leggings.

Everyone halted as their green orbs held me in a firm gaze.

Holding my hand up for them to continue, motioning towards the house with my head.

Smiling brightly at the three smoldering smirks and quick flirtatious winks as my “Trouble Three” spun back around, reengaging in their paused sparring match.

“What does Kano really want?” I asked sarcastically, feeling the warmth of the bayou sunset caressing my sweat tinged skin with a murderous scowl etched darkly across my face.

“Onyx, don’t do something stupid.” She growled back with a concerned glare of her golden orbs.

“Hah! Coming from the “Bad Ass Dragon Bitch” that takes no shit.” Laughing lightly, feeling the ground swirl away from my feet as our wings lifted us up to the rooftop.

The slate roof cooling my burning flesh, sitting quietly as the sunset danced its rainbow of colorful violets, indigos, and deep red hues into an abstract canvas of wispy brush strokes.

“Besides that, but seriously Onyx. You think you can walk right in and make demands?” Shehad laughed mockingly, sparking a sinister thought to lay heavily in the open.

“Shit! You’re going to walk right into the “Dragon’s Lair”.” Rolling my eyes at her pun but she was correct.

“Why not? We have the ability to pass through the barrier without it being stable and how funny would it be to catch those “Pompous Dragon Dicks” off guard.” Laughing lightly at Shehad puff out a large ball of blackish-white flames, snorting darkly with narrowed eyes.

“Yes, we can but what about the cavalry?” Shehad rebutted with a weird sternness in her tone.

“I don’t fight fairly, and I am certainly unconventional.” Laughing back at her perked scaly brow with a dramatic eye roll.

“Understatement.” She laughed darkly, standing up as the sun finally succumbed to the horizon, replaced by the haunting stars glimmering peacefully against the midnight blue veil of darkness.

“Then it’s settled. Let the games begin.” Laughing tautly, launching into the darkness as the cooling, humid air whipped dangerously along our scaly girth, embracing the invisible air with sharp snaps of our black leathery wings.

Max was stationed at the portal entrance just south of the mansion in the marshy swamp islands, only accessible by beast or air boat. Unknown to them there was another located in an abandoned sugar plantation further south.

The air became heavy with the salt water from the coast as the old plantation came into view. Swooping low into darkness as the soft, overgrown grass caressed my feet with a quick flick of our wings as they rescinded back into my shoulders.

“Such a shame.” Shehad growled softly as our eyes took in the overgrown, dilapidated buildings from the golden years of this once prominent location.

Walking slowly, taking in the sadness and anger that filled the calm skies as a roofless, brick building appeared with a soft humming calling to my inner beast.

“This place has some serious energy.” Shehad huffed lowly, feeling like someone was watching my every move as the rotten barn-styled door creaked open.

“Onyx?” Mikkel linked curiously with a soft whistle.

Face palming myself silently.

“Yes?” I replied with a playful roll of the tongue.

“Dinner is ready, you hungry Angel?” He replied sweetly, causing my heart to sink knowing they have been yearning for our girls, Mam, Pap, and Nana.

“No. I’m out exploring an old sugar plantation.” I replied not completely lying to him but bad enough, knowing I was fixing to poke the “Dragon” causing Shehad to laugh at my pun.

“Which one? We’ll come explore with you.” Birgir interjected with a grumbling Mikkel in the background.

“How sweet, but I need some time to think.” Feeling the anchor tugging harder at my heart string.

“Okay gorgeous, just be careful.” Davyn replied with a soft grunt of disapproval.

“Love you, my “Trouble Three”.” Smiling softly at the kissy sounds that replied to my wet kissy smack after I spoke.

“Love you, “Onyx”.” They replied with even louder kissy noises.

Exhaling sharply, feeling the barrier fluctuate under my palm, stepping through the invisible veil as the gloomy sky hung heavily with that metallic, burnt smell.

The skies glowed a haunting yellow hue over the dingy, midnight veil that draped somberly over the Dragon Realm. Following Shehad’s lead as we navigated the cobblestone path that flowed seamlessly with the rolling hills, peppered with little blue fairy-like fireflies.

“How do you want to do this?” Shehad asked calmly, appearing in the guest room that I was once imprisoned, quickly locking the bolt.

“Let’s go “Big”.” I laughed darkly, grabbing a black and gold velvet dress with rhinestones decorated along the collar and down the back, fanning out into a velvety sky of golden stones.

“Perfect.” Shehad roared in laughter.

Snapping my fingers, watching my silky purple locks twist and twine into a dramatic Viking braid with black orchid pedals, making their tender pedals look like they had been dipped in black ink.

Sliding on the meticulous tailored dress, feeling how the material hugged my curvaceousness in a tight embrace of regal decree. Ignoring needing shoes, because face it, us Demon Wolf woman “HATE” shoes.

Laughing silently with Shehad, exiting out into the hallway, noticing the flickering dance of warmth along the cold baren floor as three voices caught my attention.

Leaning outside of the door arch, hearing the sound of a glass decanter clinking against glass.

“So, how did you figure out Dr. Amy was really Madam Mara?” Zek’s timbered voice echoed with a haughty hitch.

“That Idiot.” Kano’s cold tone sliced through the warmth with a dark shiver along my spine.

Dr. Amy was really this “Madam Mara” which explains her sexual exploitation.

“I’m sorry that the “Fairy Whore” could jostle my inner beast.” Ziggy’s witty hitch plucked darkly at my stomach.

“Admit it, you liked sinking into that velvety caress of sexual bliss.” Ziggy mockingly hissed with a sharp laugh.

“Wait! Don’t you have your mate in the dungeons with Draven and Lana?” Zek asked with a weird, sinister tone.

Grasping at my stomach, hearing their names knowing they were still alive.

“Don’t start. She’s no longer the Nailana that was my mate but now a shameless whore, carrying my bastard brothers child.” Kano growled darkly, slamming a glass against a hard surface with a quick flinch of shock.

How does he know she is pregnant?

She isn’t a shameless whore, she’s a blessing you abused.

Seething at the thoughts that coursed violently through my head, taking in a long inhale releasing it slowly as I propped myself against the doorframe. Three high back chairs, circled around a crackling fire that played dangerously along the ceiling and walls with its silky shadows.

Examining each figure as they slouched lazily with their glasses of Absinthe, flickering its seductive green rainbow against the etched glass.

“Why should you care, you killed your hatchling a long time ago.” All three jumped from their seats, snarling, baring their fangs.

“Oh, Please! Scare someone who cares.” Holding my hand up as they stepped towards me with tilted smirks of victory.

Those gray orbs glowed violently as they followed my every step, halting my approach just feet from them.

“How did you…” Kano cut Ziggy short with his goliath hand, tsking his muscular finger with a sinister smirk.

“Where’s your “mates”?” Zek spat coldly, looking over my shoulder at the door I just walked through.

“What’s it to “you”?” I spat back with a dark venomous growl, baring my own fangs as Shehad paced gracefully in the shadows.

Swearing to the “Gods” that her girthy silhouette, stalked along the walls and ceiling as the flames danced angrily from the stone fireplace.

All three smirked darkly, while I poured a glass of Absinthe, sparking the sugar cube with my blackish-white flames that licked beautifully from my tongue.

“I came to make a “Deal”.” I spoke coldly, stirring the sugar cube into my drink with my clawed finger, sucking off the remnants with a narrowed gaze.

“Deal?” Kano asked quizzically as Zek and Ziggy motioned to sit, while Ziggy grabbed another chair from along the darkened wall.

“Yes, a deal but on my terms.” I spoke firmly, sliding into the century old chair with a surprised exhale of comfort.

“Oh, and what makes you think you have grounds for terms?” Zek perked a dangerous brow at her, while Kano and Ziggy leaned forward with serpent slitted eyes.

“You ready to see them piss their pants?” Shehad laughed darkly, feeling her energy course through my body as she pushed forward.

“Go for it.” I laughed back with a smirk, watching as she tapped her finger along the rim of the glass downing that bitch with a gracefulness.