My eyes throbbing in my head, making me scratch at the light as it becomes blinding and all I can focus on. The pulsing moves over my entire body, literally feeling every cell in my body pulsating to its own beat. The beating gets stronger and stronger and all-consuming before I feel a shudder that pains me. I bite into my arm to stop from screaming when suddenly I feel the beating getting stronger and stronger until it bursts out of me. The entire room blasted with light and I felt it vibrate throughout my body. I scream before suddenly it is muffled by a hand and I feel cool hands go over my mouth. Muffling my agonised scream until I feel it burn out and I collapse on the floor.
Waking up, I see Marian kneeling beside me. She brushes my hair from my face, smiling down at me softly.
“Marian?” I ask, confused. She
I collapse when I see the aftermath of what was left of them, my legs going out from under me, and I realise that by saving one, I just signed their death warrants. If only I told him earlier or when Matitus checked on me last night, they may still be alive. Silas grips my arm forcing me to my feet and I avert my eyes. I couldn’t see those innocent girls like that, see the dead look on their faces with their throats ripped out. Silas drags me toward the castle, my feet barely able to keep moving as the doors open and I see Abigail standing in the corridor, tears running down her face at what happened outside. She knew they died because I saved her. “Get to work” he snaps at her and Abigail and the cooks run off down the corridor. Silas drags me into the library. Matitus and Dragus follow us in before he lets me go and I crumble on the ground. Dragus comes over and kneels down
“Shit,” I hear Dragus murmur, and I can hear him moving around. “I need to call Silas down here,” he says, and I know he was going to do their weird mind talking. “No, not Silas,” I gasp between trying to breathe through the pain. My entire body spasming as heat rushes through my veins and the familiar burning starts consuming me. It was the sort of pain you could never forget, and I felt like I was boiling, I could almost feel my blood bubbling in my veins, making me scream as wave after wave washed over me. “I have to, he has the key,” Dragus says, and I can hear the worry in his voice as he watches me writhe in pain on the floor. “No, no,” I scream breathlessly as I feel it rolling from my toes, wildfire consuming every inch of me. I claw at my skin,
Silas leans against the counter watching me. I keep my back to him, not liking the way his eyes are roaming over my body, I can literally feel the intensity of his gaze boring into my flesh. “Can you turn around or hop out?” I ask, starting to become creeped out. “Why? You’re mine, I will look if I want to” he says. “I’m not yours” I mutter so low, not expecting him to hear. Silas growls low. It vibrates off the tiled walls. “Why do you deny it? You know there is no way out of being our mate. So why not just behave and make things easier for yourself? It doesn’t have to always be backwards and forwards with us.” “Probabl
Elora POV Waking, I rolled over; I had the strangest dream. I know it had to be a dream because no way in hell would I let them touch me like that. Dragus once again plays with my emotions and senses. You know those dreams where they feel so real when you wake you still feel like you are trapped in the dream still. Right now, I was getting that weird sense of Deja vu. Stretching, I notice everything feels different to when I went to sleep. Rolling over, I come face to face with Silas. He moves, throwing his arm over me before nestling into my chest. Wait chest, I rhetorically question. Where the fuck is my shirt. I shove him off, yanking the blanket, trying to cover my exposed breasts. The breeze that comes with the blanket moving, my ass catches a draft I know I wouldn’t have felt if I had panties on. Looking under the blanket, I see I am completely bare. Making me gasp. It was a dream, a dream. I was so sure i
Abigail and I walk out and are greeted by a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, her black eyes showing she is a werewolf which I thought was odd. Most of the time werewolves weren’t permitted in the city unless looking for their mate’s. So, the fact she was here made me think she must be important to the dragon Kings. “Hi, I am Taylor,” she says, holding out her hand to me. I quickly shake it, her eyes not even darting to Abigail, not even acknowledging her existence or the fact she is standing right beside me. She then turns on her heel and starts heading toward the gates at the front of the castle. The vampires standing guard open the gates, allowing us to slip through before closing them behind us. I noticed lots of people staring, some even ran off as we walked down the streets. Some whispered “a fae” It was expected, fae were rare creatures, and those that remained i
When the gates come into view, I stop and so does Silas before looking down at me. “Keep going Elora, don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you” he says, and I could see the calmness leaving him, his normal angry demeanour slipping back into place. “Not until you promise not to hurt Abigail and her family,” I tell him. He growls and I see Dragus and Matitus stop, looking back at us nervously. “They knew the consequences of helping you, Elora,” Silas says, letting go of my hand and gripping my arm just above my elbow. “You heard me this morning, didn’t you?” I asked, looking at Matitus. “You told him and that’s why you let me out, isn’
Walking upstairs, I was hesitant to step in the room. One of the cooks had brought a platter of food, cheeses, crackers and fresh fruits and some weird round pieces of meat and what looked like coloured little onions. Dragus plucked a grape off the tray before popping it in his mouth. I walked into the closet, my clothes were a little damp from walking in the snow. I slipped on some comfy pajamas before walking back out to find all of them only in shorts having removed their shirts. My eyes roaming over each one of them and I felt my stomach tighten at the sight of them before Silas held out his hand to me, wanting me to come to him. “Don’t go back on your word Elora or I will” he said. Placing my hand in his, I let him pull me toward the bed before sitting on the edge. Reaching over, I took a cube of
Waking up the next morning I stretched, feeling hands grabbing at me. Opening my eyes, I was between Dragus and Matitus. Their arousal through the bond flooding into me. Looking at them, they were both asleep. Making me wonder what they were dreaming about or whether it was just my movement that aroused them. Trying to sit up, Matitus chucks his arm over me knocking me back down and Dragus chucks his leg over my abdomen, squishing my bladder even more. Seriously, they expect me to sleep in their bed, yet I end up squashed and smothered. Elbowing Matitus he groans, and I think he may wake when he suddenly pulls me against him. His hot skin makes me feel hot and tingly as his bare skin brushes mine. Hearing laughter, I lift my head. Silas is sitting in the armchair at the end of the bed with a newspaper in his hand, looking over the top of it, amused at my struggling.&nbs