Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 26

Elora’s POV

Showering quickly, I get out and quickly chuck on a shirt and some knickers, waiting patiently for

Abigail to come so I can warn her about the seer stones. So I can tell her to make sure she remains

hidden on the day and to tell her family to go into hiding. I also didn’t want to stay in their room on the

off chance my magic manifests tonight. I knew the chances were slim, but if they did, I was unaware of

what to expect and if the change would be noticeable.

Around 7PM the door finally opened and in stepped Abigail with a tray of food. She smiled nervously at

me and I jumped up, moving toward the door. I could tell she was trying to warn me as her eyes darted

to mine full of alarm. After a second or two, I understood why she was so nervous when Silas walked in

behind her. I mentally cursed and hoped he wouldn’t stay long. But when he went and sat at the table, I

realised she had actually brought in two plates and knew he was planning on staying. Abigail didn’t

speak a word, just left the plates and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Silas sat expectantly at the table, waiting for me to join him. Taking my seat at the small table, he leans

back, watching me. I suddenly felt nervous under his watchful eyes and I knew he could hear my heart

racing, pounding in my chest.

“You’re staying?” I ask, hoping he wouldn’t confirm my fears. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“That depends,”

“On?” I ask, fidgeting with my fingers under the table.

“How truthful you are being” My eyes dart to his and my heart rate skips a beat, and his eyes darken

and I could tell he heard the change in my heart rate.

“Why are you nervous?” he asks, and I instantly stop fidgeting and go to pick up my fork, only then

realising how bad my hands are trembling.

“Are you going to answer?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“You may not like my answer”

“Doesn’t matter, I want to hear it,” he says, reaching for his fork and twirling pasta around it.

“You make me nervous,” I tell him truthfully. He nods in understanding before bringing his fork to his

lips, chewing before speaking.

“Eat,” he says pointing to my plate and I quickly scoop some up, chewing slowly. We eat in silence and

when he is done, he sits back watching me. I go to put my fork down when I see him shake his head.

“Eat all of it” he says, and I sigh before forcing in another mouthful.

“I have been thinking?” I fight the urge to spit out something sarcastic.

“About?”

“Why you suddenly changed this afternoon and figured, you had a reason” I shake my head even

though I was actually trying to please them so I could have the freedom to sleep in my room and be

away from them.

“Don’t deny it, this morning you were pissed then you seemed fine. Then When I walked in with Abigail,

I could see you got nervous, your heart rate beating erratically,”

I try to come up with an excuse that he won’t question.

“I want to know what you are hiding,”

“I’m not hiding anything” I answer quickly.

“So, you won’t mind sleeping in our room then” As soon as the words left his lips, my heart rate spiked.

I wouldn’t be able to slip away, they would wake to the slightest of noises.

“So, I will ask you again, what are you hiding, Elora?”

“I’m not hiding anything, I just want to sleep in my room” I bite down on my tongue, fighting the answer

on the tip of my tongue. My mouth filled with the coppery taste of my blood. I watch his eyes darken

and he moves, standing up before placing his hand on the table beside me, towering over me and

bringing his face closer to mine.

“I find out there is an ulterior motive to your actions, you will be punished, Elora. You won’t like my

punishments understood?”

I nod my head looking away but Silas grips my chin forcing me to meet his intense gaze. His eyes

searching my face for any deception. He then takes a deep breath, moving closer, his lips almost

touching mine. His intoxicating scent sweeps over me and I lean in instinctually when I feel his lips

brush mine. My eyes snap open, and I can feel him smiling against my lips. He kisses me, and I don’t

pull back instead, allowing him to kiss me. Part of me hates him, yet another part of me craves for his

touch. A never-ending war in my head between what I know is rational and what is the Mate bond. Both

blurring to one and creating a war within me.

I kiss him back and he groans before slipping his tongue into my mouth, his tongue brushing mine

softly before he bites my bottom lip making me moan against his lips. He chuckles at my reaction

before pulling me to him and all rational thoughts go out the window, as I kiss him back harder. His

hands go to my arse before he lifts me. My body doesn’t even feel like my own as I wrap my arms

around his neck to stop from falling before I feel the brick walls against my back. His lips hungrily

devouring mine before moving to my chin and down my neck and I exhaled a breathy moan at the feel

of his hot mouth nipping and tasting my skin.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer, lovely the feel of his lips on my skin. The door suddenly

opens, making my eyes dart to it. Abigail walks in before going to run back out at what she just walked

in on and I am grateful that it made him stop. My body is not willing to listen to the rational part of me.

Silas groans against my neck before releasing me and placing my feet on the floor.

“Remember what I said, Elora. I don’t want to punish you, so if there is anything you want to confess,

you know where our room is,” he says before walking out the door.

A second or so later Abigail walks in and we say nothing for a few seconds, wanting to make sure he is

gone. Abigail walks to the door with the tray in her hand on the off chance he is waiting and listening

outside. She turns to look at me, giving me the nod to say he has gone.

“So, what happened?” she whispered. Her eyes on the door. I pull her over to me before going in and

turning the shower on just in case they are listening.

“You need to get out of here, you need to tell your mother to take your daughter and run,” I tell her. She

looks at me confused, the tray shaking in her hands from her worry.

“Why? Do they know?”

I shake my head and explain about the seer stones and what they do. Her face turning from confused

to horrified.

“I can’t leave, I am not permitted past the gates while Silas is here.”

“Have you got a phone?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“I might be able to borrow one, but what am I going to do? If they find me, they will hunt them down

anyway,” she says hyperventilating. I rub her back, trying to calm her as her breathing becomes heavy.

“Did they say what time?” I shake my head. I told her everything I knew, I wished I had more

information to give her but that was everything.

“I need to go, I need to figure something out. Come find me if you hear anything else,” she says

running from the room. I turn the shower off before walking out to my bedroom, only to find Dragus

leaning on the doorframe making me jump in fright.

“Geez, you scared me,” I told him.

“What happened to Abigail, she looked upset?” he says.

“Nothing, she just wants to speak to her family, she misses them and was a little upset,” I tell him, and I

am shocked that I didn’t feel the urge to tell him more, shocked that I lied and it didn’t cause pain, but

more shocked I actually could lie. Dragus nods before stepping in the room.

“I am just here to see if you will change your mind about staying with us” I shake my head, and he

sighs.

“Tomorrow?” I look away, and he moves forward gripping my arms before gently rubbing his hands up

and down them. “You will stay tomorrow; the dragon heat could start at any time Lora; you need to

think this through. You should be with us,” he tells me.

“I do not agree to being marked Dragus,” I tell him, moving away from him.

“You don’t have a choice. When will you see that we won’t lose you” I could feel myself getting angry,

they keep trying to force my hand but I don’t want this and why couldn’t they understand that?

Dragus growls when I don’t answer, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Ignoring his tantrum I hopped in bed, I climbed under the covers mentally and physically drained. Sleep

comes easy to me but staying asleep not so much when I am awoken. At first, I thought it was the

dragon heat as I felt myself burning up, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. More like a light buzz spreading

over me. Reaching for the small clock beside the bed, I look at the time: 10:03 PM and I gasp at the

realisation. I feel a wave of something delightful rush over me, when the room fills with purple light,

blinking like a beacon in the dark. Casting shadows throughout the room.

Sitting up, I stagger to the bathroom, my entire body has pins and needles. An unnerving feeling takes

over me as I move before I am forced to my knees. My legs go limp under me, my entire body feeling

like it is becoming engulfed in the purple lights, feeling it rushing over my skin making my skin glow

subtly. That’s when I realise the blinking light isn’t a light at all, but my eyes burning brightly.