Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 40

Silas POV

She collapsed in a heap on the floor, my anger instantly simmering down and for a second I thought I killed her. The burns etched into the soft skin around her neck made guilt flood me before I forced it down as a fist connected with the side of my face. Matitus raining blow after blow and I didn’t even fight back, he knew I could break him like a twig. I was the mighty Dragon King for a reason. But I could feel his pent-up rage needing release and I deserved it.

My anger and hate was destroying everything, destroying her as she lay broken and unconscious on the floor. Matitus weight on my chest made it hard to breathe. I knew I fucked up, his burning rage eating at me before Dragus rips him off me. My blood spilling onto the floor and staining the rug, I barely felt it, I was numb to everything.

I hurt my mate’s, the ones I swore I would protect and love above all else. My beast enraged inside me; he would be content even if we never broke the curse as long as they remained by our side. Dragus scooped Elora off the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked down at her. Their emotions spilled into me. They thought they failed her, failed to protect her. Who would have thought the one person she needed protecting from would be those who loved her most? I never thought I would find a female mate, thought we were doomed to an eternity of misery, until Matitus caught her scent that day.

If only he didn’t, she would be safe from me. The raging monster that has held the grudge for so long, I often forgot why I hated the Aziza bloodline. Blaire destroyed us, what we created, yet the longer I held onto the past, the more I realised I was the one damaging everything. I knew deep down I truly didn’t hate Blaire, but myself for that moment of weakness for allowing myself to love her. I was the curse that plagued my mates for centuries.

One action destroyed everything. I thought threatening to remove him from the equation would make her see sense, make her accept the bond. If I hadn't threatened him, she may have never done it. When she rejected the bond. Had the bond snuffed out in seconds, it showed she loved him more than us and I wanted her to hurt like I did. So I killed him in front of her. In front of their entire kingdom. I never should have killed her husband, that was cruel and I could no longer blame her. I would kill anyone that dared to hurt my mates.

She would have felt the same, I realise that now. Maybe she wouldn’t have rejected us if I hadn’t threatened him. Maybe she wouldn’t have cursed us to a life of misery and hell if I hadn’t killed him. The torture I felt in that moment was like no other. Hearing those words leave her lips as she smiled at me. She knew I was a monster, knew I was going to kill her and she did it anyway. She welcomed death, stared it straight in the eye and cursed it. Once again giving into my pain and anger before I killed her, she died by these hands and it seemed history was doomed to repeat itself with Elora.

The way she held my gaze as she tried to reject us, I held no doubt at the strength of her words that she would go through with it, say the words that severed the bond just like Blaire did.

Blaire didn’t even scream, never took her eyes from me as I let hellfire consume me. A knowing glint in her eyes as the flames ravaged her, melting her skin away as flames consumed her. Not a tear shed, just the sounds of the screams of her daughter as she watched on helplessly as her mother burned alive before all hell broke loose. The treaty was broken and the balance between species destroyed. A balance that was created for us to live harmoniously and fairly. Everyone was equal. By the laws I had the right to kill her, for rejecting the bond. No bond could be rejected, and the fae kingdom was supposed to hand any fae over once discovered as a mate.

Yet Blaire was their next Queen and was married with a daughter. The rule was unfair. Fae didn’t feel the bond, they chose their mates, their life partners, so I understood her confusion. She couldn’t rule her people from the Dragon kingdom. She couldn’t keep her husband even though we would have allowed it just to have her. But she was loyal to her beliefs, to her people, but most of all to the man she married, the man she chose. And I was selfish and entitled, thinking the law would protect me. Instead, it started a feud and broke the treaty when they attacked.

Matitus and Dragus both hated me for decades afterwards for what I did. Even though they hated me at that moment, they still helped me take down the Fae Kingdom, turning it to ruin and leaving them with no royals, or so we thought. When we learned the curse could only be broken by a royal fae or their chosen one, I thought for sure the curse was unbreakable. Thought we killed every Royal Fae. Didn’t realise her daughter escaped. Completely forgot to check for sure, thinking it was impossible for the child to survive the carnage. Now though, looking at Elora I truly could see my misdoings.

“You destroy everything, fucking everything with no regard for us” Dragus screamed at me and I swallow the lump down before shoving his feelings away, letting my calm, cold demeanour slip back in place before I rip her from him. Matitus and Dragus jump to their feet at her limp body in my arms. Turning on my heel, I leave. Them chasing after me, ready to attack if I hurt her. I had no intentions of hurting her, but I needed to fix this and the only way I knew how was by force. She would give in; we would break her as much as it pained me to do so. I won’t let history repeat itself. Placing her on the bed, I walk out before heading outside to the garages and retrieving a chain and padlock.