Page 86 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I turn to the door, crossing the mosaic floor.
But then, I hesitate. “Let me bond with Freya. Let me make her my Queen.”
“You would take that wolf bitch as Queen, even though she’s the Shadow Vampire King’s blood bond? The Shadow Fae King’s soulmate? What? Would you connect them to you as your fated mates as well?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t a dragon meant to be possessive of their Omega?”
I steel myself, before twirling on my heel back to face Maximinus. “Whose nest is she living in? She is mine.”
“Foolish boy. She’ll neveronlybe yours, unless you kill her other soulmates and sever those threads. And that would bring out a side to you that none of us want to see, am I not right? That wolf shifter connects at least three kings in a royal triad.She proves the truth of the prophecy. She’s poison. She risks releasing dangerous emotions in you. I won’t allow you to grow closer to her.”
We stare at each other across the vast study.
I see things more clearly than I have in years.
My gaze becomes determined. “For once, out of all the times that you have hurt and controlled me, you can’t stop me loving Freya.”
I’m breathing fast and hard.
Maximinus shakes his head, strolling to sit back in his chair behind his desk. He ignores me, attempting to wipe my congealing blood off the paper.
He smears his finger through the blood; it smudges across the bottom of the letter like a crimson signature.
Maximinus shakes his head, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the floor. “Look at that. You ruined it.”
Then with a flick of his wrist, silver chains wind like snakes out of the door behind me. They wrap around my throat.
I gasp, clutching at the chains, as they strangle me. I’m dragged backwards. My feet scramble and kick.
“Uncle M-m-max,” I rasp.
Maximinus watches dispassionately with his hands steepled in front of him, as I’m slammed against the door.
I’m held in place by the snake chains, which wind tighter around me in a collar.
I gasp for breath. My lungs burn.
I struggle to control the surge of panic that I am truly leashed and unable to defend myself.
When I edge my hand toward my dagger, Maximinus flicks his wrist again, and silver chains painfully pin my wrists and ankles to the door.
My heart rate skyrockets.
I hate being bound.
My inner dragon roars in distress.
One side of the doors swings open, allowing a view of me pinned and on display for anyone walking by in the corridor to see.
A Beta servant gasps and drops the linen bedding that they’re carrying in shock.
I flush with humiliation that Maximinus has opened the door to make sure my shame is witnessed. He wants word of his power over me to spread throughout the Shadow Court.
Or is it word that I am getting more out of control and need restraining? A warning of what will permanently happen if I dare to bond Freya and declare her as my Queen?
My wild eyes meet Maximinus’.
