Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Hazel now hidden beneath an enchanted emerald.
I snap out of it, warm streaks running down my cheeks from tears I didn’t even feel fall. I step closer to the brilliant beast, pressing my palms to its face.
He turns into my touch, a low, satisfied sigh leaving him just as Knight’s warmth flows through the bond in my chest. And I know.
I know what I should have known all along.
This dragon isn’t just a dragon.
He’s my best fucking friend.
Thirty
Knight
I don’t know how to approach her. Will she flip out all over again, or will she be happy that she has her best friend, even if in the form of a dragon.
“Dragon’s get a lot of game, baby. He’ll be a happy one.”
I test out the words as the ground crunches beneath my bloodied boot.
She doesn’t turn, her arms flying around his neck even if they only reach a fraction of it.
I leave them for a moment, respecting the fact that she and he shared a whole life together before I came along. That, and she’s mine infinitely, so I will learn how to share her time. I’ll learn whatever the fuck she wants me to at this point.
London steps back, turning to me while swiping the tears from her eyes. “Can he shift? Like back to human? What does this mean?”
“He’s no longer human, baby … so no.” I offer a small smile to the both of them. “He’s one of us now, only different.”
“But he can shift, right?”
Fuck. I’m not so sure that’s in the cards for him.
“If that’s something you want, I’m sure we can find out.” When the dragon stomps his heavy foot and smoke bellows out his nostrils, I cast a quick glance his way before looking back to London. “Something tells me he’s happy where he is. Right there. To protect you forever.”
London turns back to the dragon and leaves small kisses over his cheek, and I wait for the pain or anger of the action to hit, but it never comes.
My bond thrums strong in my chest, my neck properly claimed with a bite mark deeper than I’d have thought my little mate capable, my Ethos freed and unmatched.
I’m a fucking King and she’s my Queen and no one could ever come between that.
He is her family, which means he is now a part of mine.
He has earned my trust and I will find a way to earn his just the same. For her.
“Go,” she murmurs. “We will talk soon.”
The dragon nods, flapping its wings up loudly until his big body lifts from the ground. When him and his friends have finally left, she turns to face me once more.
“He will live with us.”
I nod.
“Forever.”
I nod again.
“And we’ll find him a hot dragon girlfriend.”
I chuckle, hooking my arm around her neck to pull her in close.
She steps out of my grip, fluttering her lashes up at me sweetly. “Oh and, lover?”
“Hmmm?” I smirk back at her. I should have known what she was thinking, but the more she’s in my head the more I let my guard down.
Her foot comes to my chest with a hard thud and I’m flung backwards, falling down from the cliff I once threw her off.
A laugh rolls out of me as my feet hit the ground with a thunderous thud.
“I love you too!” I call out, shaking my head and turning to look between my brothers.
They stare back at me with proud grins.
“Fuck that was satisfying,” Lege is the first to break.
I flip him off. “Fuck you. Now, where the fuck is our mother?”
Stygians silence as I turn toward them all. “For so long, this colosseum signified many things, as I’m sure you all know.” I feel my brothers at my back, London slowly coming up slightly behind. “I want you all back when the clock strikes twelve.” When the silence stretches, the corner of my mouth kicks up in a grin. “We’ve got a fucking coronation to do...” Roars and chants fill the air, and I turn to face London, pulling her beneath my arm and kissing the top of her head. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”
“Yeah?” she baits, kissing my hand that’s over her shoulder. “We can play that game if you want to.”
I laugh as Creed pulls up a portal. “Oh, I want.”
London is still laughing when our feet touch the ground on the other side, only this time we’re in the Faelific Fortress. My smile falls when I notice my mother standing on the opposite side as if waiting. She probably was, but I know that Creed wouldn’t dump her ass in here and allow her to have her powers. She may be royal, but she, in fact, is not stronger than London. London isn’t only going to be the new Queen, she’s mated to a royal, which makes her infinitely stronger than Mother.