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It’s more like they’re twins.
Does that mean it’s not inevitable that Aurelius will lose control?
I narrow my eyes, focusing on the small lettering, which circles the hilt of the dagger.
I’m certain that it’s not on Aurelius’ dagger. I study the items that I want to steal, and I’d have noticed it.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“Nothing,” War says, far too quickly.
Important then.
I cock my head, reading out the beautiful, scrawled writing:
Golden fated mates, an Omega and her Alpha Kings, destined to bleed.
I frown. “What’s that mean?”
“It’s the Golden Dragon Prophecy,” War replies. “It was made to Hadrian by one of the sorcerers, before the Emperor was executed. Kind of the fuckers to engrave it on here.”
My skin feels too tight. “What does it mean?”
“Maximinus believes that the prophecy means Aurelius, Daire, or you, are going to die if you officially bond. The question to me, on the other hand, is: Does it actually mean that you’re going to kill each other?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Palace Dungeons, Shadow Court
Freya
Golden fated mates,an Omega and her Alpha Kings, destined to bleed.
Ever since War took me into the forbidden North Tower to show me Hadrian’s disturbing rooms and the prophecy engraved onto his statue, the words have been looping through my mind like a poisonous snake.
Golden fated mates, an Omega and her Alpha Kings, destined to bleed.
I clutch onto Daire’s woodenbreakfast tray, hurrying along the dungeon corridor. The walls are stone and drip with moisture and mold. Bronze oil lamps cast the only meager light.
I shiver.
These dungeons beneath the palace couldn’t be more different to the luxury inside the tower. Yet this is where Hadrian spent the last days of his life, before he was executed.
Why do these dragons like desecrating kings, even gods like Daire?
Is this prophecy the reason why Aurelius was reluctant to acknowledge that he was my Alpha? Why he has been trying to hold back from being a pack with Daire and me?
Why he is forbidden to bond?
Is War right that we’re destined to kill each other?
Bile rushes up my throat. I struggle not to retch even at the thought of either of my Alphas’ blood coating my hands.
The prophecy can’t be right. I don’t believe in that shit.
Yet it was harder to dismiss standing in front of an ancient statue that looked like Aurelius’ twin, while magic sizzled in the air.
War remained at the end of the corridor, chatting with the guards and playing dice.
