Page 67 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

Shock renders me speechless as Lily nears me. How is she so fierce? How is she radiating so much power? How is she even walking?

And then it hits me when her voice enters my mind alone.

Chapter 28 - Lily

“I’m not sure if you can hear me, but I’ve been able to hear you for a while,” I strain my mind, hoping to get the message through to Draco, keeping my eyes locked to his amber depths. Mesmerized by that stare, I have to will myself to remain composed and not get lost in the trance of his gaze.

“I’m immortal now,” I reveal, catching the exact moment his eyes fly open with wonder and his lips lift into a feeble smile.

“You are?!” he gasps in awe as he instinctively reaches a hand toward my belly. I step closer, allowing him to cradle the slight mound that had been there all along because of my fuller figure.

“I am,” I concede with a sly smile, unable to pull my gaze away from the way his eyes glow luminously, his gleeful smile touching the corners of his eyes. I can’t resist lifting a hand and cradling his cheek, the stubble grazing my fingers but feeling alluringly familiar.

It feels like coming home.

“H-how?” Draco breathes in disbelief.

“I don’t know,” I giggle, whispering low enough so that only Draco can hear me. “I just woke up feeling fine, considering the accident. And all my injuries are healed already.”

Draco’s lips part on a gasp as he slowly shakes his head and turns toward the front. Three men are seated on the stage, but Draco addresses the one in the middle.

“Father…” he begins, much to my surprise.

The man with dark hair and a well-kept beard appears to be only in his early thirties. But he’s Draco’s father. It makes me wonder if I’ll look like I’m twenty-three forever.

“It worked,” he announces. “She is immortal.”

The shock in his voice almost sounds as if he’s not entirely convinced. But when he turns toward the crowd I’d even forgotten existed, he coerces me to turn with an arm around my shoulder.

All of my attention had been harvested solely on Draco, and I hadn’t realized how many sat in the hall. The benches are full of dragon men and women, all young with everlasting beauty glowing on their skin.

When Draco slips his hand into mine, I feel a surge of extraordinary power rush through me. As if I’d just been plugged into a voltage point, it flows through me like a current. When I glance down at our interlaced hands, I notice a ball of lilac light swirling around our hands.

That light seems to have a life of its own as it pulses and shoots electric awareness up my arm. Breathing slowly, I lift my eyes to meet Draco’s when he smiles at me.

Though he doesn’t say a word to me to explain what’s happening, I feel it long before he announces it to the hall full of dragon shifters. I feel it in my very core, an innate sense of being created solely for this reason, as if I was born for it.

As if I had been waiting my whole life for this very moment.

“Lily Turner is my mate,” he announces to the crowd, squeezing gently on my hand. “She is a human, made immortal through the seed of the dragonspirit.” He glances over his shoulder and smiles at the three men seated on the stage. “The Council was right in choosing her as my mate. You see, she is my fa—”

“Draco!” I yelp when I’m suddenly lifted off my feet, rising toward the ceiling of the hall. Further and further up, my vision blurs with the speed at which I’m flying. I can barely make out who my captor is, only feeling scales under my fingers where I’m fighting to peel off the vice grip around my waist.

Crash! We crash through the ceiling, spearing out into the sunlight with a flap of large, dragon wings. Only when we’re hovering above the hall, do I trace the arms that have me bound to a dragon I do not recognize with red scales and horns of silver.

“Skarlett!” Draco roars mentally as his dragon sets into motion, gliding through the hole in the roof.

The dragon that had whisked me off my feet and out of the building roars thunderously before soaring higher up. She flaps her wings only once, sending us toward the clouds. I look down to see Draco giving chase, his dragon brows furrowed with determination.

“Skarlett! I command you to stop!” Draco bellows furiously. His telepathic voice is so menacing, that even I get a chilling shiver down my spine.

But the dragon, Skarlett, doesn’t heed her Alpha’s command.

She finally stops, circling the mountain peak with screeches reverberating from her chest. She stares down at me with reptilian eyes of hot, red anger. She has me in her clutches, forced to face her. I glance over my shoulder to see Draco keeping a cautious distance, floating a few meters below us.

When Skarlett turns her attention to him, she breathes out a puff of temperamental smoke from flared nostrils.

“I cannot accept defeat, Alpha Draco!” she cries out with sadness in her voice.

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