Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 88

Silas POV

She killed him, I had just told her a few weeks ago that I wanted to find him, and she takes him from me the first chance she got. She took my choice, I would have done the right thing, I would have done it for her, but she didn’t even give me the chance. She took the only chance I had at saying goodbye to him. I have done everything for her, yet she couldn’t grant me five fucking minutes with my father. I knew he was alive the moment I heard his beast roar, feel the power radiating behind it, he was a good king, not the best father but I respected him, he was tough but I knew my mother and I were everything to him never doubted his love for us.

Walking out on her, I could see I broke her this time. My beasts fury taking over once again, this red-hot temper I always struggled to control. Abigail comes rushing down the corridor, Dakari hot on her heels as she ran toward me before stopping when she catches sight of me.

“What did you fucking do?” She yells at me, my temper flaring that she thinks she can talk to me this way, talk to her king like this. The disrespect as she glared at me. I growl at her, but her gaze remains steadying the smell of her magic rippling inside her.

Dakari grabs her shielding her away from me, protecting his mate. The action not going unseen.

“Tell me Silas, is she okay or not you fucking monster” Abigail spits at me, I glare at her taking a step forward, how dare she speak to me like this.

“Control your woman Dakari or she will find herself in my dungeons” I tell him walking away before I hurt the little witch. Matitus comes crashing through the doors, Dragus behind him. Matitus covered in his own blood and my guilt consumes me, but he was only consumed with pure rage at me hurting her. He lunges at me knocking me to the ground before pummelling me with his fists,

“I have warned you so many times about fucking hurting her” He says punching me in the jaw.

“Fight back you fucking coward” He bellows kicking me in the ribs. I growl at him shoving him off.

“Stop” I tell him trying to think, I loved her by but god I fucking hated her, hated what she is, hated what she represented. My hate for her overshadowing my love. We always seemed to be stuck in the same love and hate relationship but this time she went too far.

“What did you, what did he do?” Abigail screams before hitting me in the chest, he palms glowing green before I find myself hurdling into the wall. As soon as I am on my feet, I lunge for her, fucking bitch. Dakari and Matitus grabbing me tossing me back before I feel Dakari’s fist connect with the side of my face. I growl grabbing his fist when he raises it again, before snapping his arm. He groans before headbutting me. Matitus getting caught in the middle as we land blow after blow while he tries to stop me beating his brother senseless.

“Enough this is ridiculous” Dragus snaps making us look at him as he stalks off toward the room, she is in.

“Dragus!” I warn when I see him going to her, they always choose fucking her.

“Do your worst Silas, you can’t keep me from my mate” He says not even turning to look back at me.

“She won’t forgive you this time” Matitus says following after him, leaving me with the witch and Dakari.

“Well go on you might as well fuck off with them” I tell her, but I was also hoping she might be able to heal her if she did, Abigail was good at healing, and I know she would without hesitation though I also know Elora would be reluctant to let her, now that she too was carrying a dragon in her womb.

Abigail chases after them, Dakari staying in the corridor watching me.

“What’s wrong with you, are you really that fucked over Blaire that you would risk losing another mate?”

“Worry about your own mate Dakari, my relationship has nothing to do with you” I warn him.

“Yes, it does when it involves my brother and mate, you think your punishing her only effects her, but it doesn’t. You were fine yesterday what could possible happen that warrants you treating her like that?”

“She fucking killed my father” I roar at him.

“And how many of her family have died by your hands?” he says calmly, it almost irritates me more than if he were yelling. Spinning around I glare at him.