Page 143 of Rescued By The Dragon

Toby looked disappointed, but he didn’t argue. I helped Amara into my arms and stepped to the edge of the mountain. Damien stopped beside me and glanced over at Amara who avoided his eye contact.

She was ashamed.

It hurt me more than anything else to know she felt less than everyone else. When everything settled down and we took our place on the throne, I’d spend every day trying to build her up.

I didn’t need a siren.

I just needed Amara.

I leaped into the air, nosediving toward the kingdom, Amara’s hair flying around me, her scent driving me harder toward the bridge. It was empty of guards when we landed. Amara moved so I would let her down.

Damien landed next to her, placing his palm on her shoulder, which drew her attention. “I hope you know that I’m glad you’re going to be Queen.”

He turned swiftly and walked into the castle.

I was thankful for his kindness.

I guided Amara through the door, following Damien’s scent down the staircase toward the first level.

Mother’s voice came from outside of the front doors. My dragon grew pissed at her attempt at making a scene.

The guards standing inside, straightened as I arrived.

“Open the doors.”

They scurried to open them inward, showcasing my mother on her knees, begging the outside guards to release my father. She looked disheveled, her makeup running down her face. “Get up,” I hissed.

“Dorran!” she shouted. “Thank, God. Tell them to let your father go. Tell them this is all a big misunderstanding.”

My gaze shifted around the courtyard. There were humans and dragons staring daggers at us. This was her attempt at making me look like a monster.

“Get up, Mother—,”

“Dorran. Tell the guards to let your father out—,”

“Pick her up and toss her in with him,” I said coolly over my shoulder.

“Dorran!” she shouted. “No!”

Both guards grabbed my mother’s arms and began to drag her into the castle. The stir of whispers and upset chatter circulated the courtyard. “As you all know,” I said loudly. “We were attacked by sirens. I warned my father, and he did not listen.”

“Your mate!” someone shouted. “She brought them here.”

Amara shifted nervously, while I blocked her with my wing. “She did not. They came after her because she had their blood. We asked my father for help, and he did not want to save her, because my mate isn’t a dragon.”

Another round of shock hummed amongst the crowd. “I stood up to him after he attempted to hurt her and hung my best friend. She saved his life and gave up her magic. She is as you knew her before. The cute blonde that waited your table at her father’s restaurant. She’s not a dragon, and I don’t care. I don’t need a dragon mate to rule the kingdom, and that is what I plan to do. I’m going to take my father’s throne, put this town back on its feet, and rule like a true dragon king.”

Amara pushed my wing down and stepped beside me. “Amara will be my queen. If anyone has a problem with that you can find another kingdom. I am dealing with my father tonight. Tomorrow, we will begin to build this kingdom to its glory.”

Grabbing Amara’s hand, I walked us back through the double doors, and into the castle. Many dragons were standing around listening, waiting for me to give them orders.

It felt unreal.

My dragon stirred inside of me. He loved the authority.

He loved the position.

Amara had been right. What would have happened to my dragon if he hadn’t taken his rightful place on the throne?

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