Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 49

My heart rate picked up when he moved. He stood up moving in front of me before kneeling down. His hands go to my knees, but I shove them off and he runs his hand through his hair. He looked tired.

“What do you want, Silas?” I ask climbing back in bed and pulling the covers up. He gets up sitting on the bed beside me. “My mates hate me,” he says, placing his head in his hands. I almost felt bad for him, almost. He looked defeated, but he did it to himself and would get no sympathy from me.

Rolling over, I turn my back on him, intending to ignore him. Like what did he expect? For me to feel sorry for him.

“Elora, please don’t turn away from me,” he says, rolling me onto my back.

“Why are you here? If it is to make me feel bad for you. I don’t,” I tell him.

“I want things to go back to how they were”

“Are you going to give my magic back?” I ask.

“No, you know I can’t.”

“Then get out. You made your decision, which in turn makes mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Silas. I won’t be with you” A growl erupts from him before he grabs me.

“You are ours Elora, this doesn’t change that,” he says, yanking me onto his lap. I push off his chest, but his grip only tightens. Silas grabs my hair, ripping my head back a menacing growl escaping him before he sinks his teeth into my neck making me scream. His bite hurt, blood running down my neck and over my shoulder as his teeth razored through my flesh.

Pulling back, I was left shaken as I stumbled off his lap, my legs shaking as I tried to create some distance between us, my entire body burning from his bite, making me feel sick. Silas gets up off the bed stalking towards me before roughly pulling me forward and swiping my hair off my shoulder which was now drenched in my blood.

“I don’t understand, why didn’t it work?” he growls.

I couldn’t feel anything but pain radiating through my neck from his bite.

“You actually thought you could remark me?” I scoff. Silas grip tightening as he glares down at me before I find myself slammed against the wall, his hands around my throat in warning but not tight enough to affect my breathing. I could see him trying to regain control of himself, trying not to kill me.

“Go on, do it, do it Silas. Kill me at least I will be rid of you,” I spit at him, no longer afraid of death. If it were my only chance at freedom, I would take it. He has proven to me time and time again he doesn’t care for me, only cares for what I can do for him.

Silas lets go, stepping back his eyes softening, and I wondered what he was thinking when he suddenly dropped to the ground leaning against the side of my bed placing his head in his hands.

“I don’t know what to do” I hear him whisper and if it weren’t for my heightened hearing, I wouldn’t have heard him.

“Do you feel nothing for us?” he asks, and I bite down on my tongue, willing myself not to answer. Sweat beading on my neck and I feel my nausea build in my stomach. Silas looks up when I don’t answer.