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It begs the question if I'm already pregnant.

Not just any child, but the dragon king's child.

My child. Haidën's child.

Ourchild.

Does this change the trajectory of my plans? Will I falter, and forgive him?

No, I think as my hand slides up to my neck where I reaffirm my convictions by touching my mother's necklace.What the king did to my family is unforgivable, and I will not rest until I've taken his life.

Chapter 14 - Haidën

Stroking my chin with my index and thumb, I stare blankly at the collection of books on the shelves while I cool down from a thought-provoking flight back to the palace.

Our discovery of the crack on the surface in the center of Wyrmwood Forest has led us to one conclusion—the Wyrm is stirring, and the cursed creature is a threat to the realm of Nyxoria.

There's nothing we can do, according to Mother. When we consulted her earlier today, she told us that the oracle had already prophesied the Wyrm’s reawakening when she revealed that my brothers and I were to sire heirs for our respective kingdoms. Putting the Wyrm back to sleep will only work against us with the rippling effect of destruction beneath the forest's surface that will inevitably roll over to the rest of the realm.

There's nothing we can do but wait this out. Wait for the Wyrm to awaken fully and come out of its tomb before we can act, and Mother can work with the oracle to put it back to sleep. It needs to be above ground for another curse. It's only a matter of time before this happens, and for now, we can only wait.

If it were up to me, I'd have gone down there and killed the creature myself. But Mother warned that the beast was too powerful, which is why she worked with the oracle to imprison the beast below the Wyrmwood Forest centuries ago when my brothers and I were toddler dragon cubs growing up.

Although I’m not allowed to go down there and kill the thing before it disrupts the current state of affairs in the Nyxoria realm, I have to be on high alert, now more than ever.

It only cements our quest to conquer Khyronia and overthrow Hestios’ ruling over the kingdom. By taking over, wegain his army of soldiers, strengthening our joint forces in time for the Wyrm’s impending escape from the undergrounds of the forest.

My brothers and I have already met to discuss further plans. We’re all prepared to rage war on the dragon king, Hestios, our armies, and resources at the ready. All that’s left is to wait for the right time, but the right time will only present itself when we decide that it will happen with calculated moves and careful plotting.

One week. That’s what we’ve decided on. Turning toward the library window, I fold the cover over the book I’d been reading about wars and make my way to the inviting silver rays that filter through the blinds.

Basking in the warm, steady glow of the clear night, the littered stars indicate that it will not rain tonight. As I lift my gaze, I begin envisioning the raging skies on the night of the mating ceremony with Althea.

Why do thoughts of her become my solace? Like a sanctuary for my overworked mind, picturing her face between the stars feels like an embrace I need for respite. No matter how hard I try, I can’t shake off these uncouth thoughts that have me wanting to close my eyes and nestle my face between her swelling bosom.

Sighing, I stick my hands into the pockets of my slack pants, then uncomfortably cross them over my chest as if I’m restless. Staying away from the human isn’t an easy feat, but it’s something I must do to remain sane.

She threatens my sanity, amongst other things. For some reason, I admire her for her impossible bravery, and her ability to stand up against me.

No one has ever been able to do that, or even had the balls to think they could.

The challenge she poses is a different one, unlike the many challenges that come with the territory of ruling an entire kingdom under the umbrella of the most powerful dynasty in all of Nyxoria—the Nayara Dynasty. Being the eldest brother and first king to step up in his rightful place has always come with challenges and duties that have kept me numb to things like emotions and humans.

Yet, somehow, the human child-bearer has managed to change my perspective about her kind. Perhaps not so much as to generalize them, since they’ll always be considered weak, worthless humans. But Althea Waters, on the other hand, has proven that she’s not like the rest.

Her resilience in the face of adversity is probably her most notable trait, igniting a fire within me with the spark of her brave spirit. She didn’t falter in the presence of other dragons—my brothers—and remained as bold as she’s always been in front of me. That temper always poses a challenge, a quest I must embark on to subdue her. Each time I have to simmer her down with bodily pleasures, she becomes pliant in her surrender to me.

It’s addicting. It’s magnetic. It draws me to her and keeps me going back for more even if I try restraining myself. No matter how badly I want to stay away, there’s no stopping my inner dragon from craving her as if her body has become my sustenance.

The thought of her abundant curves has my palms tingling with need, my mouth watering with the thought of kissing her plump lips and tasting her sweet essence. I’msuddenly fuelled with desire that rushes through my veins and settles with heat in a throbbing hard-on.

I have to have her, even if I’d humiliated her in the courtyard this morning, and she’s angry with me. It’s not like I should be fazed by her anger, but rather, I’m captivated by it, enthralled by how hot and passionate those kisses are when we despise each other so much. She despises me because I command her as my slave, and I despise her for her resistance to me.

It doesn’t stop this aching need from spilling over, like the way my cock is hard just from thinking about her luscious, delicious curves that make her body perfect. I lick my lips as I imagine what I’d do to her if she was in front of me, how I’d press her up against the wall and fuck the soul out of the human when I’m rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

Gasping and panting as if I’m out of breath just by the thoughts racing through my mind, I grunt my frustration and turn angrily on my heel, palming my cock to let the erection subside. When I’m satisfied that my arousal isn’t visible, I march to the library door, wanting to scold whoever rudely snapped me out of these fantasies.

But when I throw the door open harshly, my breath is snatched by the ethereal, stunning sight before my eyes.

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