CHAPTER 45 #2
“Mine,” he tells the man. He looks down and away from Silas’s piercing glare. Dragus moves toward him, crouching low beside him. I notice the man sniffing the air when he approached, probably realising Dragus was only part Dragon.
“What’s your name?” Dragus asks. The man seems to think like he is trying to remember what his name actually is.
“Pluto,” the man says, trying out his name like it is weird using it.
Dragus moves, helping him stand as he looks around frantically.
Dragus then grabs his arm, holding him steady.
Silas growls when the man reaches for me, scared out of his mind by Silas hovering.
He starts hyperventilating and I grasp his face between my hands.
Silas rips my hands away from him, angering me with his possessiveness.
“Dragus is just going to take you, to get some clothes and something to eat, maybe a shower too,” I tell him, looking at Dragus who nods. I can feel through the bond he held no ill will towards him though Silas is a different story.
He wants to kill the man for some unknown reason. The man looks between Dragus and I before nodding and dropping his head.
“I will come see you in the morning and we will talk. I want to know about the others out there.”
“Yes, my Queen,” he says.
“You can call me Elora, no need for titles,” I tell him.
“No, he can’t. He will address you properly,” Silas snaps at me. I glare at him, nodding to Dragus to take him because I know things are about to turn ugly between Silas and myself.
I watch as Dragus leaves, he stops at the stable door looking back at me worriedly, like he doesn’t want to leave me with Silas, when Matitus suddenly barges through the door in panic, having woken up.
Great, now I have to deal with his wrath too.
I pinch the bridge of my nose already exhausted, and we haven’t even argued yet, but I know it is coming because Silas’s anger is festering and building into a storm within him.
So hot I am surprised he didn’t combust and have steam blowing out his ears.
Matitus is no better as he stalks towards me before pouncing on me, grabbing my arm, and ripping me toward him.
“What the fuck Elora, I told you not to come down here and you fucking disobeyed me!” Matitus yells in my face, his grip burning into my skin as the room heats.
What is it with them and grabbing me, for weeks we have been good and now they think they can lay their hands on me in anger?
My own rage builds at the way they are scolding me, and I let my magic loose, letting the current run over my skin.
Matitus shrieks as it zaps him forcing him to let go.
“You don’t get to touch me like that, not anymore.
I am not something to be handled by you,” I snap, stepping forward and pointing my finger in his face.
He grabs my hand. “Fucking try it Matitus, I fucking dare you,” I tell him, warning him.
His eyes flicker as his Dragon side wrestles to take control.
He growls, the temperature rising as he takes a step forward.
“Enough Elora, you don’t speak to us like that,” Silas snaps at me. I scoff at his words.
“But it’s okay for you to talk to me like that?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
“I just got burned because of you, how else am I supposed to react, you put our child at risk coming here, put yourself at fucking risk.”
“Exactly how were you planning on changing him if I am not allowed near him?” I demand.
“With Aldrin, now I need to catch another one,” Silas snaps at me before stepping forward.
“You are not catching anymore of them, he was petrified of you, what the fuck did you do to him that had him that scared? They aren’t monsters Silas, they are Dragons like you, real people under all that, whatever it is!” I yell at him.
“He fucking bit me, so I tore what was left of his wings off,” he says, and my mouth falls open at his barbaric torture to get the man to comply.
“Don’t look at me like that, they will grow back after few years, fucker shouldn’t have bit me when I grabbed him.”
“That’s fucking disgusting you can’t do that”
“We are running out of time, they will come for you and Aldrin, in that state they don’t think, their Dragon is acting off basic instincts, they aren’t even remotely human in that state Elora and you need to start doing as your told.
I am sick of you defying us, sick of you choosing everyone else over us!
” Silas screams, the logs in the firepit catching alight from rise in temperature.
“You don’t get to decide what I do, not anymore, not now. Why can’t you see that?” I tell him.
“This is my kingdom, you are mine. You need to learn your fucking place.”
“And where is that? Beneath you?” I ask.
“No, that’s not what I am saying”
“You sure? Because that’s exactly how it came out. You think you are any better at least when I do something my intentions are pure, yours they are fucking sinister just like you,” I tell him, walking off not wanting to hear any more of his bullshit.
“Don’t walk away from us,” Matitus bellows before he suddenly materialises in front me at blindly speed making me run into him.
“Move Matitus,” I tell him, stepping around him.
“No, you will listen.”
“No, I am done listening, done with all of you,” I tell him, pushing past when he grabs my hand.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps pulling me backwards and I see Silas walking over to us or more like stalking us like a predator, his eyes blazing in fury.
“It means I don’t fucking need you, I never did.”
“We are your mates Lora, of course you need us,” Matitus says.
“No, I don’t. There is a difference between needing something and wanting something Matitus.
I may want you but that doesn’t fucking mean I need you.
It’s about time you realize that because if this is how it’s going to be every time, I do something you don’t agree with then I am gone.
You can have your kingdom, shove it right up your ass because I will walk,” I tell him, ripping my hand from his.
I don’t even make it one step before I find myself pushed against the wall, Silas’s hand around my throat, not tight.
He wasn’t harming me, but warning me. I am in no mood to put up with this shit anymore.
“Do it, go on Silas, do it and I will gladly show you where your place is,” I tell him, my gaze unwavering. He growls next to my ear, his nose running along my jaw.
“Silas, she is pregnant,” Matitus tells him. He doesn’t let go, instead stepping closer pressing his body against mine.
“Silas,” Matitus growls, my eyes darting to him behind Silas as he steps forward.
Silas runs his nose down the side of my neck.
A deep throaty noise rumbles from his chest before he lets go, stepping back.
Yet I can feel through the bond he is still raging.
He is angry but doesn’t want to hurt me.
But at the same time, that’s all he knows how to behave, to get his way.
He walks out the stable doors, not looking back and heading toward the castle. I see burns covering his entire back, slowly healing but still visible.
“You need to get inside so you don’t get sick,” Matitus says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.
He offers me his hand, but I ignore it and walk outside, heading for the castle, the snow making my toes numb as I trudge through it.
The snow is so much thicker and higher than when I went out to the stable.
Matitus watches me struggle, walks over grabbing me, and pulls me against his hot chest. I press my fingers against him, and he flinches from how cold they are.
“You are freezing,” he says, kissing my cheek before wrapping my legs around him and pulling me against him, lending me his body heat.
I place my chest and face against his, trying desperately to get warm.
Now that my own anger has diffused, I kind of feel like a bitch, especially seeing Matitus trying to keep me warm even after I yelled at him.
He walks upstairs to our room, heading into the bathroom where I hear the shower running.
Silas stands under the water, his back to us. He turns around as we enter.
My teeth chatter, my feet numb. I wouldn’t be surprised if they changed color.
Matitus places me on my feet, and I strip off my clothes. Silas reaches out the door, grabbing me, pulling me under the water.
The rapid temperature change burns my skin, making me cry out.
He adjusts the temperature, letting the water cool slightly, wrapping his arms around me, his hands rubbing up and down my sides, warming my skin.
Matitus slowly adjusts the water temp until it is finally hot, the heat becoming bearable. My body feels like it is thawing out.
Silas kisses my temple, then the side of my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my lips.
“I’m sorry too,” I tell him, kissing him and wrapping my arms around his neck.