Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 38

Elora’s POV

Waking up, I feel well rested, like I have been asleep for days. Walking into the bathroom, I quickly pee

before washing my hands. Looking in the mirror, my skin was glowing, my eyes vibrant, even my hair

looked healthier and had more shine to it, but the most startling thing was the purple tattoos running

down my face. They had spread down my neck, these differed from my normal fae markings from when

I manifested, they felt different. Touching them they felt warm. Pulling my shirt off, I look in the mirror.

They ran from my temple down the side of my neck to my shoulders and wrapped down my arm; they Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

looked like purple flames. The ones on my face were still the flower blossoms but from where my mark

sits on my neck, they change to a swirling pattern of silver, gold and purple then flames bleeding out of

my mark running the rest of the way to my elbow.

The pattern swirling and sparkling under the lights. Pulling my shirt back on, I give up trying to figure

out what it is before walking in the closet and grabbing some tights. Once I am dressed, I head down

the stairs looking for my mates only when I walk past the kitchen, I notice Abigail.

“Abigail, are you alright?” I ask, stepping into the room. She had tears staining her cheeks, and she

looked sad.

“You’re awake,” she says, looking at me in shock. I nod before stepping a little closer.

“Yes, I just woke up, is everything alright, you look like you have been crying” I ask, wondering what

had her upset.

“Yes, everything is fine. Just tired,” Abigail replies. Just as I am about to go to her, I feel a hand tug me

back, sparks running up my arm, and my heart beats erratically in my chest at the sight of him.

“You’re awake, little one,” he says before pulling me to him and wrapping his arms around me. I melt

into him, loving the feel of his touch and his warm embrace. Looking up, he looks down at me, before

kissing my lips softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, deepening the kiss. If he

was surprised, he doesn’t show it. Silas chuckles against my lips and I pull back, remembering Abigail

was in the room with us. Turning around, she is gone. I look for her and go to walk further into the

kitchen when Silas’s hand on my arm stops me.

“Where did she go?” I ask aloud.

“She has work to do” Silas says but by the tone of his voice he seemed mad at her which confused me.

Silas pulls me against him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and walking us into the corridor and

pulling me towards the library.

When we enter, Matitus and Dragus lookup, a smile gracing both their faces, and I can’t help but smile

back at them. The mate bond was in full force, I could feel it making me want to run to them, pulling me

towards them. It felt strange, but I also liked it. Dragus comes to me first, kissing me before picking me

up. I wrap my legs around his waist before I feel Matitus behind me; he kisses my shoulder and I

shiver. I feel him tug the collar of his shirt that I am wearing away, looking at the mark.

“What?” Silas asks when suddenly I feel my shirt being pulled off. I shiver from the cold draft pressing

closer to Dragus and stealing his warmth. I feel fingers tracing my markings. Feel their shock through

the bond.

“Is it bad?” I ask, confused.

“I’m not sure, I think it’s because we marked you,” Silas says.

“I recognise the marking though, they’re fae symbols for dragon” Matitus says. Silas pulls my shirt over

my head, his fingers brushing over my breast and I moan when he squeezes my harden nipple, making

my legs tighten around Dragus waist. Dragus laughs while Silas tugs my shirt down and I instantly miss

his touch.

“Obviously, the bond has kicked in,” Dragus chuckles before leaning in and inhaling my scent. Dragus

turns around, placing me on the edge of the desk. He stands between my legs and I look down at what

they were looking at. I see my grandmother’s journal open and can see the writing. I go to pick it up

when it vanishes from my hand.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding my hand out expectantly. Silas puts it in the safe and I frown. He was

hiding something.

“What did it say? Does it say how to break the curse” Silas is silent for a second before turning to face

me and Dragus moves. Silas takes his place between my legs and I can feel that Matitus and Dragus

are a little uneasy about something.

“It tells you how to break it, doesn’t it?” Silas looks to Matitus over my shoulder and I look too. Matitus

is glaring at Silas, making me frown. What has gotten into them two? I wondered.

“It does,” Silas says looking down at me and my eyes light up excited to know. If I break the curse on

the Dragon kings means I can break the curse on the fae.

“It doesn’t matter right now, we can discuss it later” Silas tells me, rubbing my cheek with his thumb

before pinching my chin between his fingers and bringing his lips to mine. Arousal flooding me instantly

and I pull him closer, and he groans into my mouth. My hand went to his side as I pulled him closer to

me, my core pulsating in anticipation and I had never felt this aroused before. The sparks rushed over

my skin threatening to set me on fire.

When suddenly I hear their voices, Matitus speaking to both Silas and Dragus, and I pull away, looking

up at Silas.

“What?” he asks. Did I just imagine it? Did I hear correctly? Silas kissed me and my eyebrows furrowed

in confusion.

“She's going to hate us, she will never agree, Silas,” Dragus's voice in my head. Or maybe I was in his?

Silas growl vibrates through my head like a freight train as he kisses me more fiercely.

“She doesn’t have a choice” he snaps back at Dragus. I pull back. What the fuck are they talking

about? Silas groans, annoyed I stopped kissing him. He reaches for me, pulling me closer to the edge

of the desk. But I don’t answer when he kisses me and he growls, annoyed.

“What? why are you being like this now?” he whines, making me look at him.

“Why am I going to hate you?” I ask. Silas looks at Dragus and I can feel all their confusion at my

words. “What are you talking about?” Silas asks.

“Dragus said I would hate you, that I will never agree, and you said I have no choice. Now what the

fuck are you talking about?” I demand, Silas anger coming through the bond and the realisation of what

I said coming from Dragus and Matitus.

“You could hear us?” Dragus asks, stepping closer. I nod, confused myself.