Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 87

Elora’s POV

Just as he neared the entrance of the cave stepping into the light outside I spoke.

“He told me to Silas, told me he wouldn’t let our child pay for his sins” I screamed to him as he went to walk out of the cave, he froze for a second before turning on us.

Matitus and Dragus both walk toward me when his voice calls out. Both covered in the blood of the Dragon’s they killed and their own.

“You mean the Fae’s sins, everything has and always will come back to the Fae” I shake my head.

“That’s not true Silas, we never killed her that was your father, your father did it and caused the war”

“Yeah, but it started with a fucking Helcate” He screamed before shifting and flying off.

“Come Elora” Matitus says.

“You’re really not going to say anything, anything at all?” I ask has he holds out his hand toward me expecting me to take it.

“He is right, the Fae started it, and if his father asked for death, you should have let him do it. His father didn’t need to die by your hand, you took his only chance to say goodbye.” Matitus answers.

Yet I know he never would have went through with it, his father also must have known that too.

“He will calm down Elora, he just needs time, time to wrap around the fact he had his father for a few minutes and lost him again” Dragus tells me also stepping forward. I look at both their hands, they genuinely believe he would calm down, yet I could feel his hatred, it was hotter than the day he met me, hotter than anything I have ever felt. If it weren’t for the child I carry he would have killed me that I also knew without a doubt, he wanted me dead even if it meant killing him in the process, killing our mates, history with the Dragon’s always seemed to doomed to repeat itself and never ending cycle of anguish between to species destined to never quite be together.

Looking around the Cave those that remained and weren’t dead, were standing around awkwardly like they were to scared to move in the presence of the kings. Too scared to move and draw attention to themselves, the air in here so thick with death and bloodshed. His father’s body lying on the rocks below unmoving, a reminder of what I had done, what he made me do, yet I knew his intentions were good, I also feared that he doomed us to repeat the past again.

“And if he doesn’t?”

“He will, he loves you Lora. He is just upset” Dragus says reaching for me but I step back. I wasn’t willing to take that bet, I have taken that bet more times than I can count now and only just narrowly won. I won’t bet again, not when it comes to our child.

I get up shoving between them walking for the cave entrance as soon as I step out, I let my wings free, before letting them carry me, take my weight as I get higher. I look around and see the castle, see Aldrin trudging through the snow back toward the castle with Pluto’s brother, I let out a sigh of relief when I realise he is okay before looking toward the mountains. Without a second thought I take off. Silas was nearly all the way home already so I had time or so I thought. Matitus shifts giving chase but it wasn’t him that caught me, Silas new instantly I was intending to leave by the stupid blood promise I foolishly made. I heard his roar of anger blast over me as I flitted over the mountain heading for the trees on the other side to offer coverage what I wasn’t expecting was for his anger to fuel him, he swept past me effortlessly knocking me with his wing, I felt the brute force of it hit mine, the searing pain that radiated through my back made me screech in agony before I was falling, toward the trees, toward my death.