Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 22

I shook my head at what I just read, anger coursing through me. Dragus said he was forcing me to sleep up in their room to forge the mate bond, that I wouldn’t be able to resist the pull. I understood their logic for it. They need their mate to have offspring. I get it. Not once did they mention that once the third dragon heat hits, I would die. They know I don’t want this and they’re forcing me to choose, live or die. Well, jokes on them if dying is what it takes to be free of them. Then I am fine with that.

Out of the three of them I trusted Dragus the most, and I felt a little betrayed that he wouldn’t warn me that the dragon heat is lethal. No wonder it felt like burning alive. Exactly how hot did I have to become to die, because if that was the first heat and I lived, does that mean the second and third will be worse? I wasn’t sure I would handle the pain. Last time I passed out, will it be like that next time, will it become worse? Suddenly the door opened and Matitus walked in. He glanced at the journal in my hand. Anger bubbling violently in my veins. I had never felt anger like this, but for them to claim they wanted me, they had a funny way of showing it.

“Come Elora, you were supposed to meet us for lunch,” Matitus said, stepping into my small room. He looked huge standing in here as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me sitting on the bed.

I folded my arms defiantly, and he raised an eyebrow before reaching forward and grabbing my wrist, pulling me off the bed. I shook his grip off.

“That’s why he wanted me in the room isn’t it” I spat at him. Matitus lips turned up into a smirk like he thought my anger was amusing.

He reached forward, trying to grab me again, and I stepped back. He growled low, stepping forward.

“Take it up with Silas, we need to go before you anger him,” Matitus said lunging forward and grabbing me around the waist. I kicked him and struggled; I might as well have been a small child in his impossibly tight grip as he dragged me down the corridor.

“Put me down Matitus” I spat, kicking my heel into his leg. He ignored me, and I decided to hit him where it hurt. Bringing my hand up, I curl it into a fist before hitting him between the legs. He grunted and stopped, his grip on my waist becoming so tight I could barely breathe as I gasped for air.

Matitus groaned in pain before a whimper left my lips, my legs losing feeling from his grip. He loosened his grip slightly, and I took a breath.

“I let you go, will you walk?” he asked, and I nodded. He let me go, my feet touching the ground, and I placed my hands on my knees, catching my breath. Matitus tugged on my arm, but I shook him off before storming down the corridor in search of Silas. Walking into the dining room, he was reading something. He looked up when I walked in before looking to Matitus when he saw my anger on my face. He stood up, moving toward me, concern on his face, but I didn’t care. I slapped him and the force I used as his head whipped to the side shocked me. My hand burning from the sting of flesh on flesh. I saw Dragus jump up and Matitus gasped behind me. I didn’t let my eyes stray from Silas’s face.

He rubbed his face where my hand connected, shocked before I saw his eyes glint dangerously as he glared at me. His jaw clenched tight. He went to say something. Not giving him a chance, I spoke before he did.

“you knew that putting me in that room with you, I would go into your stupid dragon heat. That’s why you did it” he smiled cruelly before stepping forward and I took a step back. I watched as his hands fisted by his sides.