Page 77 of The Fury Queen's Harem

At the same time, Fomorian thrust his sword toward Iokul. My mate twisted away, but not quick enough as the demon magic trapped him.

Fomorian’s black sword pierced into the Iokul’s rib cage through his side.

I rose fully from the stone seat and shrieked in rage, and many eyes from the spectator seats fell on me in panic. I sneered and shrieked. There was no need to fear me going berserk. Everyone here was a monster.

My other Furies patrolling in the high sky screeched, as my fear and wrath reached them.

Blaze and Rai rose on either side of me, drawing swords, ready to charge into the ring.

Iokul pulled himself out of the black sword. He’d been wounded badly. He wouldn’t last long. Blood poured out from his side.

I wouldn’t let the demon captain slay my dragon prince, my mate.

Who gave a fuck about the duel rules?

I was ready to shoot into the arena and bite off Fomorian’s head.

But Iokul leaped high and spun ninety degrees in the air, his sword plunging toward Fomorian while the demon was still laughing. The white blade with red runes glowing on its razor edge thrust into Fomorian’s armored chest, piercing flesh and tissues, and right into the center of his fucking heart.

Fomorian looked utterly shocked. Iokul had concealed how fast he could move, even in the grip of the demon’s dark magic. Iokul pushed his sword further into Fomorian’s chest with a victorious roar.

Blaze and Rai joined his warrior’s roar, “We won the day!”

All the dragons around roared in triumph.

We would carry Iokul off the battlefield and fix him soon.

Tears of joy and pride wet my scaled eyelashes, and I thought my Fury form had no liquid.

My eyes found Elvey. He shook his head, staring at me intensely and expectantly, as if he was waiting for me to do something more significant than shrieking and crying.

The demon cheerleaders’ shouts of anger and curses suddenly turned to cheers.

On our side, Rai cursed profusely, as did Blaze and the rest of the dragon warriors.

I snapped my attention back to the ring.

A wave of black smoke poured out of Fomorian and slammed into Iokul like a black train. It sent him colliding to the ground and pinned him down.

I hadn’t expected that. It couldn’t be. We’d all seen Iokul impale the demon captain. Fomorian should have stayed down. He was dead.

Fomorian dragged out the sword buried deep in his chest while Iokul struggled against the foul smoke. Fomorian stalked toward Iokul, the white blade dripping black blood.

He towered over Iokul. “Fool,” he pronounced. “I have no heart. My queen took it a long time ago. While I belong to her, I can never die.”

Iokul had pierced the demon’s heart, yet he still lived, which only meant either he had no physical heart, or he didn’t need his heart to live.

Spitting, he raised his black sword and Iokul’s white sword over Iokul’s chest. “Now die, dragon!”

Howling in rage, Blaze and Rai tossed their daggers at Fomorian and charged toward the ring. The daggers dropped in midair. Fomorian raised a hand, and streams of black smoke rammed into the two princes, holding them to the ground.

Fomorian would kill them all.

And I’d lose all my three mates.

My dragon, who had been bound by the curse for nine centuries, roared in rage; it was a terrible thing to watch as she fully awoke, rose to power, and shattered the cage.

The shift was instant, and it was glorious.

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