CHAPTER 51
She killed him. I had just told her a few weeks ago that I wanted to find him, and she took 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, and felt 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 and never doubted his love for us.
Walking out on her, I can see I broke her this time. My fury took over once again, this red-hot temper I always struggle to control. Abigail comes rushing down the corridor, Dakari hot on her heels as she runs toward me, 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 is obvious as she glares 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 so I don’t hurt the little Witch.
Matitus comes crashing through the doors, Dragus behind him.
Matitus is covered in his own blood and my guilt consumes me.
I see his face, twisted in pure rage. He lunges at me knocking me to the ground and 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 love her but God, I fucking hated her, hate what she is, hate what she represents. My hate for her overshadows my love. We always seem to be stuck in the same love and hate relationship but this time she went too far.
“What did you do, what did he do?” Abigail screams, hitting me in the chest, her palms glowing green and I find myself hurdling into the wall.
As soon as I am on my feet, I lunge for her, fucking bitch.
Dakari and Matitus grab me, tossing me back.
Dakari’s fist connect with the side of my face.
I growl, grabbing his fist when he raises it again and snapping his arm like a twig.
He groans then headbutts me. Matitus gets 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 am 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 his mate, you think your punishing her only affects her, but it doesn’t. You were fine yesterday. What could possibly 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.
“That’s different, and they didn’t die by my actual hand.”
“No, just from the actions you took, at least her intentions wouldn’t have been out of revenge or to just hurt you,” he says walking off.
“You weren’t there Dakari; don’t think you know anything now stay out of it.”
“One day, Silas, you’re going to wake up and find yourself alone and you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself. My brother won’t watch you continue hurting her, and when he leaves, Dragus will follow, then what will you become, the King of loneliness?”
I laugh knowing there is no escaping a mate bond no matter how much you try. “They won’t leave me Dakari, they can’t. The bond won’t allow it”
“You say that, but they have reason to now, something worth fighting for, worth more than a bond” he says.
“Nothing is worth more than a mate bond.”
“Yeah, tell that to the woman carrying your child, because I can tell you right now, nothing is stronger than a bond between a mother and her child”
“She isn’t taking the child Dakari; she will go but the child remains.”
“Over her dead body Silas.”
“If that is what it comes to, then that’s on her,” I tell him walking out the door.
I sit in my office, losing track of time. Darkness swallows the castle as the fire starts to smoulder.
My mind wanders to Elora, wondering if she is cold.
I hesitate a moment, bending down and grabbing some logs and walking to her room, the door creaking slightly as I open it.
Her fireplace is out. I stack the wood, setting the wood a blaze and looking at her to find Matitus curled up on the bed with her, Dragus asleep in the chair beside her, as the bed didn’t offer enough room.
She rolls in her sleep, her shirt lifting revealing the bump that is our child.
Bending down, I reach my hand out when Dragus suddenly grabs my wrist, my eyes darting to him not realising he had woken.
He lets go and I rub my hand over her hard belly, she moves in her sleep, reacting to my touch.
I pull away tugging her shirt down. Dragus’s eyes do not leave me as he watches me.
I stand up heading for the door.
“You touch her again in anger, I will kill you in your sleep.” Dragus says behind me. I turn to face him, but he is watching her as she rolls into Matitus warmth, snuggling closer to him.
The motion sends jealousy coursing through me, why is it so easy for them, loving her is easy for them and her loving them back while it leaves me tormented.
“Don’t make me choose Silas, because she has already won.” Dragus says, picking up my emotions through the bond. I look to him to find him watching me again, his jaw clenched tightly.
“You would turn your back on me after all this time?” I ask.
“Yes like I would expect you to if our roles were reversed, now get out,” he says. It angers me, but I leave closing the door behind me.
I tried to sleep, but without them the bed felt empty, cold.
I can feel the anger radiating off Dragus in waves, making me uncomfortable.
I had no doubt he would choose her, they both would.
I always knew that but hearing them say that was something else entirely.
Giving up on sleep, I walk into the bathroom deciding to shower, but even the water is not enough to wash away the guilt I felt.
I broke her, broke us all because I flew to close.
I never intended to hurt her, only grab her but she moved at the wrong second, pivoted in the air.
I never intended to break her wing, only to stop her from leaving, I should have known better than to allow mine to get that close to hers.
I would never intentionally hurt her like that, yet I did.
I only meant to cage her when I spun, I never could have predicted she would choose that moment to try to duck under me.
The moment I clipped her I knew I fucked up, by the energy that zapped me making my heart jolt.
Then, she was falling, falling toward the trees, I panicked grabbing her only causing more damage.
Hopping out, I retrieve some clothes. The scents of my mates linger in the room.
My heart squeezes painfully with longing.
Yet how can I face her after what I did, how can I face her and not hate her for killing him?
Walking downstairs, I walk toward her room.
I can hear they are awake now, hear the shower running when suddenly the door opens Matitus walking directly into me.
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls the door closed behind him and shoving past me, heading upstairs to our room. I follow after him, wanting to know if she is alright.
“Just go Silas, you have done enough,” he says, not stopping as he climbs the stairs, like I’m not here.
“Is she alright?” I ask, following after him.
“Don’t pretend to care, Silas, I can feel how much you hate her.”
“Just because I hate her doesn’t mean I don’t love her or still care for her,” I tell him as he walks into the closet.
“Yeah, but your hate always wins Silas,” he says looking around for something. He grabs clothes for him and Dragus, rummaging through the drawers.
I reach up, grabbing the fluffy cloak Marian made her, knowing that is what he is looking for, I hand it to him, and he snatches it off me, shoves past me and going back to her.
“Stop following me Silas, you aren’t seeing her,” he says, walking down the corridor back to her room.
Dragus walks out of the room, taking the clothes from Matitus as Matitus goes to her.
“Leave,” he says pulling his shirt on just as I see Abigail walking towards us. She slips past Dragus and goes into the room and I hear her lock it.