Chapter 85 - Chosen by the Dragon Kings

We waited, I told Aldrin what he looked like, which was easy because King Darshan and his son looked exactly alike. His father, though, was a little more brooding. Not that it mattered with the amount of people in this cave, it was literally a sea of men, and we couldn’t exactly go wandering to find them. I start to feel my magic getting stronger. Aldrin was right, the sun is recharging us. Even Aldrin didn’t look so deathly pale. His skin regains color as we both try not to move, letting the sun beat down on our legs, the warmth of it creating a warmth inside us both.

Jed is still taking blood, but he starts becoming frustrated. Mostly because our magic dwindled throughout the night the process had slowed dramatically almost to a standstill. It isn’t until Malika screeches that the curse was coming back which made me wonder how Pluto was fairing back at the castle, if he too was reverting back to the way he was.

Jed however didn’t realize the scales returning on his back, though we could clearly see them as they started to return, and it wasn’t until Malika pointed them out when Jed raced to his side. He screeches as his tail returns, that is when they realized the curse wasn’t broken. That our blood wasn’t working the way it should.

His anger feels like a red-hot poker as he stalks toward us. He grips my shoulders, shaking me.

“What did you do?”

I shake my head, nothing I say will make him believe me, he will just assume it was the Fae’s doing like for the last hundred years they blamed us, blamed us for their own sins.

“Fix it!” he screams before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. My magic falters for a second. He drops me to the ground, and I don’t move, thankful to be under the sun again, this time completely though. I was bleeding profusely from my shoulder as my blood coated my skin. Aldrin tries stemming the bleeding as my life’s blood leaves me. Jed gasps as my magic runs through him, the scales disappearing as he looks up at the sun.

“Malika, drink from her, we need to keep them alive if it is to remain,” he says just as Malika storms over to me, his teeth sinking into the same spot, making me scream. Aldrin pulls on me, trying to get me out of his grasp as he drinks deeply. So much blood leaves my body that I become a crumpled heap on the floor as he drops me. Aldrin pulls me to a sitting position, his arms holding me up as I lean on him.

More men step forward in panic, reaching for me, reaching for Aldrin, as they try to get our blood. “It’s the curse, it isn’t broken, we can’t break the curse only King Darshan can!” Aldrin yells at them.

Jed freezes looking around before his eyes go to us.

“What do you mean?” he demands as the Dragons suddenly step aside, letting him walk back through to us.

“The curse was caused because of the Dragons, you cursed yourselves only his sacrifice will end it,” Aldrin tells him. I can barely sit up as my body goes limp from the blood loss.

“You’re lying, the curse was caused by that Fae bitch Blaire, everyone knows that,” Jed says, punching him and knocking him to the ground. My head smacks the rock on which we lay.

“Give her blood. We need her, we can’t let her die,” Jed says and Malika shoves past the three dragons that were about to attack us. He bites his wrist before grabbing my hair, forcing my head back, his blood filling my mouth healing the wound, when I grab his wrist. He seems amused for a second. Little does he know his blood was strengthening me, giving me power the more I drink from him.

“Dragon whore,” Malika says.

“She is pregnant, you fool. You’re slowly killing her and their baby,” Aldrin says, getting on his hands and knees. Jed stops sniffing the air and so does Malika.

He storms back over ripping me to my feet before tugging up my loose shirt which belonged to one of my mates. He gasps before dropping me.

“You’re pregnant?” he says before pacing back and forth.

“They are going to kill us. How did you not know she was carrying their young,” Malika says, but he doesn’t move his wrist away. Instead, he bites his other wrist as his fear takes over. He hands it to me, and I lock eyes with Aldrin, who nods, looking to his wrist. I grab it, biting down and Malika groans. I can sense his fear in his blood, it is disgusting. I want to pull my lips away, my gag reflex kicking in from the now foul taste of his fear. I pull away, knowing if I don’t, I will bring it back up.

“We leave at dusk we will have to sneak her out, they have been circling for hours already trying to find a way in, but this makes sense now, why they haven’t entered they probably worried we are going to kill her if they burst in,” Jed says looking to the sky.

Malika nods, leaving me on the ground at his feet, when I see a Dragon chained to the wall watching me, curiously. His eyes were inquisitive.

“We will take her through the back of the cave as soon as the sun goes down,” Jed says looking behind us and I see a crack through the wall.

“We will need a distraction though,” he says, looking back around the castle at all the men. Malika and Jed walk off when the Dragons come closer again. I scream, pushing back and forgetting the Dragon chained to the wall. When I scream out, one reaches out to me.

The Dragon against the wall lunges to attack us, only he doesn’t. Instead, his talon pierces through the chest of the man that reached for me, ripping him closer before he bites into him. I watch in horror as half his arm is ripped off, the noise is sickening. His blood sprays everywhere while he screamed. The other men jump back and Jed rushes forward just in time to see the Dragon eat him in another bite before I feel heat rush past me, the Dragon throwing fire toward those that approached us, his tail wrapping around Aldrin and I pulling us back and out of the way of the flames.

Jed looks to us in panic as the Dragon shields us from him and by the look on Jed’s face, he looked like he thought the Dragon was going to kill us too.

“Don’t move,” he says, his eyes darting to us. The Dragon roars loudly, the noise reverberating off the cave walls. Before a roar from outside answers, making everyone look up, Aldrin and I look at each other.

“Are those your kings?” Aldrin whispers before I hear a voice flit through my head.

“My son is coming for you!”

I look to the Dragon who saved us. He looks exhausted, weary as his head slumps. Aldrin presses his hand on the Dragon, trying to get up and away from him, while Jed and Malika and the rest all start rushing around panicked.

I stare at Aldrin and see a grin split onto his face, while I look at his hands covered in soot.

“Aldrin!” I call just as I look down and notice the smallest fleck of gold on the Dragon’s scales. I wipe my hands over his scales, the soot coming off revealing his scales weren’t black but gold, gold Silas, gold of the king.

The frail man who asked about Pluto hisses at us trying to get our attention. The Dragon looks up, growling at him, but he puts up his hands in surrender.

“I mean her no harm crazy one,” he says, and I realize none of them knew who he was, no one had recognized the Dragon chained to the wall, much too weak to do anything,

“I help you; can you take me to my brother?” he asks.

I nod but he was already turning back, scales appearing on his face. “Quick come, come, there is a back entrance,” he says, waving us forward. Aldrin gets up, trusting him, like what choice did we have but to follow.

In an instant, all hell breaks loose. The entire mountain begins shaking, rocks and dust falling from the roof covering everyone and everything as it shakes violently. Aldrin grabs my arm, and we both make a run for it when the king’s tail wraps around me pulling me back to his side.

“Go Aldrin, run!”

He hesitates when the Dragon throws fire at him, giving him no choice.

The Dragon lifts his head pressing it to my stomach and his eyes looked sad.

“You’re king Darshan, my father-in-law, aren’t you?”

He nods his big Dragon head. I look to the exit when I see Jed rushing toward us while the other Dragons start shifting, fighting the kings that were ripping them out of the cave, and I see Dragus run through the cave entrance, his eyes instantly finding mine. I feel my magic surge as Jed growls, intending to retrieve me before I feel the cold, smooth handle of my sword slip through my fingers, my magic coming back to life. Darshan lets me go just in time for me to pivot my sword, cutting Jed straight his chest making him jump back. Rages consumes him before I see him suck in a breath, my eyes going to Dragus and Silas as they hear the screech from the Dragon behind me as he rips himself from his chains. Red hot heat surges towards me before it is suddenly blocked by scales.

King Darshan blocks the flames as they hurdle towards me, a roar leaving him as he spins around, chomping Jed in half before eating him.

Everything is happening so quickly, and I see what’s left of the Dragons make a run for it. The Dragon is huge, curled up on the ground. He looked like the rest until he stood taking up half the cave, but I could feel he was weak, his aura dim. He should have been gold like Silas, but his aura was grey, the grey of death.

Dragons start attacking him, while I see Matitus and Silas trying to get to us. I can sense Silas’s excitement through the bond, recognising his father instantly. His tail swings and I duck out the way before climbing up on the rock we were perched on letting my wings free. My magic fizzles slightly before surging like it was trying to build itself up. I look to the ceiling, wondering if I would make it when a fireball erupts the deafening noise of Dragons screaming as Silas breathes hell fire through the cave, his father blocking it from touching me. The cave goes silent beside the moaning and groaning of the beasts burning on the ground.

“Father!” Silas calls out to him. The Dragon’s head whips in his direction, and he whimpers before turning to me. His eyes go to the blade in my hand as I step back.

“No!” I gasp knowing what he wants me to do.

“Please it’s the only way, I need to pay for my sins little Aziza, I won’t have my grandchild pay them for me,” his voice flicks in my head like a whisper as his power starts to fizzle.

I feel tears slip down my face, a tortured look in his eyes as they flicker, losing their light.

“Please!” he gasps out in my head. I can hear my mates getting closer running toward us, feel Silas’s relief at seeing I am fine and excitement at finding his father as he climbed into the cave through another entrance and raced up the incline toward us.

I raise my sword. Silas scream, breaking my heart as he screams, “Elora no!”

I plunge my sword into his chest and feel my sword heat up in my hands so hot I could feel the magic in it killing him like his soul was slowly bleeding into it, he grunts before a sigh leaves him, his body transforming to man as he stumbles into me so quickly, I almost lose my footing. His arms drape over my shoulders heavily.

“Thank you,” he gasps before I watch his aura go white, his life leaving this world and going to the next. I feel Silas’s pain smash into me, hitting me like a wave of pure anguish as he roars. My legs give out from under me at his father’s weight, just as Silas reaches, us ripping his father off the blade. My sword retracts as my magic fizzles out, having used it all to kill his father.

Silas clutches his father’s frail dead body before his eyes snap to me. Burning hatred shines back at me, he growls dropping his father before stalking towards me as I scramble backwards on my hands and knees, I see Matitus rushing over.

“Did you know who he was?” Silas asks and I feel tears brim. I looked at King Darshan, he looked like Silas but with greying hair and his skin deathly pale, his body frail and withered.

“He told…'' but my words are cut off as he grabs me, his entire body trembling. His fist is raised when suddenly, Matitus and Dragus grab him away.

“She fucking knew!” he screams, fighting against them.

“Silas she is our mate, she did what she had to do, I trust that,” Matitus tells him.

“I don’t fucking care. I have lost everything because her, fucking everything, I gave up everything and she fucking killed him,” he bellows tossing them off like they are nothing.

I scream, trying to get up and make a run for it when he rips me back by my hair. I clutch his hand, trying to free myself as I feel my hair being ripped from my scalp.

“Silas she is pregnant,” Dragus screams, his fear hitting me. When Silas lets go, his rage burns hotter than anything I have ever felt before, his hatred seeping into me so cold it chilled my bones. He is acting like I killed his father in cold blood, if he would let me explain he would see but all I could feel was blistering hot anger through the bond, like I betrayed him. His grief at seeing his father only to lose him smashed into me.

He steps forward, his hand grabbing my throat.

“After our child is born, you leave, and I never want to see you again.”

“Silas!” I cry.

“No, you have taken everything from me. You leave Elora, but you won’t be leaving with my child,” he says before turning on his heel and walking out of the cave.