Elora’s POV
Silas words were on repeat in my head. I was nothing to him, after everything he still thought so little of me, of my kind. How his hatred for what I am can override the mate bond is unfathomable to me. After everything he has done, I found a way to forgive him, to try and see from his point of view. Yet he couldn’t do the same, everything felt one sided.
I won’t stand in the corner and look pretty, an arm ornament? I think not. I was capable of so much more and I knew that now. After everything he couldn’t break me and my will to live now was not just my own, it was for our people. There is something extremely dangerous when you finally figure out what your capable of, what you expect. There is a truly clear line drawn now for me.
The mate bond made me believe I couldn’t live without them, that they were an attachment to my soul, and they are. But there is a difference between want and need. I didn’t need them, I wanted them, but I didn’t need them. I survived this city for twenty-one years without them and I knew I could live forever without them. Leaving two options now, they either needed to step up or step out. None of this in between shit, I am not a yoyo to be played with and for once I saw clearly, my mind clear for the first time in ages. This was only the beginning of something that was far bigger than me and I could feel it with every fibre of my being. Something greater than I ever envisioned my life to become.
Silas was convinced I needed them and would fall in line like a good little submissive mate. That the bond would force me to comply. Little did he know I found myself, found a part of me I was excited to explore, like I said clarity was dangerous, knowing you self-worth was dangerous because now it put an expectation to be met and I wouldn’t let him bring me down, not like he did. It is dangerous because you no longer feel the ties that bind you once you realise you don’t need anyone, that you can go it alone, it is empowering when you realise you don’t need someone to have your back because you have your own. He showed me what he was capable of, the mate he was capable of being, the king he could be and now I expected nothing less. So, it made my next decision easy. I wasn’t going to wait around for him to figure that out anymore. I was done waiting for people, done letting people decide what I was capable of.
My magic was stronger than ever, stronger than them. My ancestors voices always there guiding me, encouraging, and the most important voice of all. My own for once I had a voice, I intended for it to be heard even if it comes at the cost of my own heart, for once my mind was crystal clear and was overriding everything telling me to give in to them, I was done bowing down, either they let me in to walk alongside them or I walk alone.
“What are you thinking?” Matitus asks, as he walks in while I was getting changed for bed. Turning to look at him he was regarding me carefully.
“What makes you think I am thinking anything?” I ask.
“I don’t know, you keep blocking us out, I feel weird not knowing what you are thinking. You seem different, stronger”
“That’s because I am Matitus” He nods in agreeance when Dragus walks in but no Silas. I didn’t care though right now his presence would have infuriated me.
Dragus steps past Matitus his hands going to my hips, I can’t help the smile that spreads onto my face, his emotions flooding into me and I welcome them. They were mine; I was never theirs, yet I am willing to be theirs but not unconditionally. I knew they would follow me blindly but if I couldn’t have them all, then they couldn’t have me. But this moment I would let them have that I wanted the same thing so yes, I would let them have this moment before it goes and along with it, me.
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