XENDAYA. I cry out in pleasure, as he begins fucking me with his fingers harder and faster. My pussy clenches, my juices leaking out of me as he hits the spot every single time. Fuck… that’s it! Oh fuck. I can no longer think, my moans filling the room as my orgasm builds. I’m so close. Fuck! “Will you obey next time?” His sexy voice comes. That doesn’t mean I have to stick to it… “Yes.” I moan, knowing if I say no, he won’t let me come and I need that release. A throaty chuckle leaves him as he suddenly pulls his fingers out. Leaving me on the brink of my release. My eyes fly open as he grabs my chin. “That was a lie,” he rasps. “Bad girls do not get to come.” Our eyes meet, my heart thudding as he raises his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along them. Fuck, that’s sexy. His words seem to register when Shayara lets out a whimper of frustration. So, he was going to leave me- “I think this is a befitting punishment, since you are so disobedient, my Dragonette. How

AGNARR. “Well then, you should go get that letter written, but keep this between us. I do not wish for anyone to know where I am headed.” I say quietly. She nods before she places her hand on my stomach, gently pushing me back. Leaving a jolt of pleasure in her wake. “Understood. Now move so I can go write the letter.” She says as I step back. Our eyes meet before she smiles at me. I almost smile back as she hurries from the room in search of a pen and paper. I follow slowly, watching her as she sits down with paper and pen, quickly beginning to write her letter… She stops in between giving a few orders and even gets up to tend to someone at one point. She glances at me, raising both hands. “Ten minutes.” She mouths and I nod. ‘Take your time. I will be back soon.’ I say, deciding to give her a little time without me hovering here. Even as I walk through the halls, her remark from earlier niggles at me. Does she think I am ashamed or do not want to be seen publicly talking to

AGNARR. “The Dragon King is here to see you, Alpha,” the man says as he tries to announce me before entering. These pathetic walls around the city are not enough to hold me and I smirk as I push open the double doors to the king’s hall that slam off the walls, echoing loudly. Kian looks up, clearly not expecting me to barge in, although it is obvious he must have known of my arrival. His woman is beside him and she moves back, adjusting her clothes. From what I can tell, they were having a little fun. “I’m sorry for disturbing your moment,” I say mockingly. “King Agnarr…” Kian says standing up, his eyes flitting behind me, almost as if he expected Xendaya to be there. “King Kian,” I respond, as I walk over to them. He holds his hand out, but there’s no denying he’s fearing the worst. There’s a strong urge to scare him and tell him that his daughter is no more but saying that about Xendaya is anything but amusing. Just the thought makes me uneasy and the urge to get this over wit

AGNARR. Only this time, it feels so much stronger. My heart is hammering as I stare at her stomach, consumed by emotions that I cannot comprehend. My hands are trembling, my breath shaky. A soft moan leaves her as she stirs slightly. It all makes sense; the pain she must have felt were the first flames of my child… Our child. I caress her forehead, a smile tugging at my lips when Nefzaan’s words return with vengeance. ‘No matter what you do, you won’t be able to save yourself, your tribe, or continue your lineage. I am ready to bathe in the blood of any woman who will be unlucky enough to bear your child… Her blood will be like wine, quenching my thirst. I will await the good news that you have filled another woman’s belly with your seed and when you do, I will come for her!’ Fear and helplessness that I have felt countless times returns with full force. No, don’t think about that, but it’s futile. He will kill them and, like every time, I will be the one who is unable to pro

XENDAYA. I stir, feeling a cool breeze on my face. Is it a fan? I turn on my back, opening my eyes slowly when I find myself staring at the ceiling of my room. The pattern that covers it reminds me of where I am and the last thing that happened. Gasping, I sit up, touching my stomach, remembering the agonising pain I had felt, and recall collapsing… What happened? My heart is thumping rapidly as I scan the room. Hirelda quickly puts the fan down as all three of my maids rush to my side. “My Queen!” Yorna exclaims. I don’t reply, instead looking at the huge golden platters that cover most of the ground. Trays that are laden high with gold and jewels that dazzle brilliantly. What on earth… I have never seen so much gold in one spot in my entire life and I have seen the treasury in Clair De Lune… On the left, there are trays behind the mountains of gold and jewels that contain suede boxes that hold jewellery sets of all sizes. There are necklaces, chains, rings, bangles, bracel