“How surprising that the rogue you insisted on saving, bonding, and taking as your consort, is already planning to deceive and seduce another king,” a sneering voice says from the doorway. “Now do you understand that he has always been tricking you, my boy? Without my intervention, your kingdom would have fallen to the feathered bitch.”
Daire snarls, pushing me behind him and raising his wings out to shield me.
Fear lies heavy and sick in my stomach.
A hard-faced Alpha in his fifties with a thin mouth and jutting jaw, stands with his hands behind his back. He has a bald head and cruel, amber eyes.
Maximinus, the only sorcerer with metallicum magic.
Creator of magical nightmares. Horror of Bael. Pet-hater.
The sunlight gleams on his silver tunic and woolen cloak.
I can sense that Aurelius is standing behind his uncle at his shoulder, but he is in shadow.
I strain to see my Alpha.
“He made a deal to serve me.” Aurelius’ voice is so icy and emotionless that it makes me shiver.
Maximinus snorts. “Serve you right into your grave. You sort out your Omega and make sure that she understands the situation. I’ll deal with my whore.”
When Maximinus stalks toward Daire, I growl. “Don’t touch him, asshole.”
Where’s a bar of soap when you need to beat up an Alphahole? I knew that I should have kept hold of that scraper.
“Don’t fight,” Daire says, urgently. He launches himself out of the bath, before I can stop him. “Here I am, boss.”
Daire holds his arms out wide, as water drips off him in his naked glory.
Despite my fear and anxiety, my lips twitch.
Maximinus grimaces. “Shameless.”
“Thank you.” Daire puffs out his chest, proudly.
I wrap my arms around myself.
My guts churn with dread, as Maximinus drags Daire out of the room by the scruff of the neck.
Then I am left alone with Aurelius.
I meet the glowing amber eyes of the Shadow Dragon King who betrayed me.
CHAPTER THREE
Aurum Baths, Draca Kingdom
Freya
I launchmyself out of the bath, spraying water onto the marble floor.
Aurelius’ glowing eyes bore into mine like twin, dying suns.
His dominant pheromones roll through the bathroom in smoky plumes. I hate how much I have missed them.
I hate how much the bite mark on my neck tingles at the memory of his teeth.
I hate how I remember the feel of his knot driving me to the best orgasms of my life in my wild, primal heat, after his shadows pinned me in place, ruthlessly and relentlessly, fucking both my holes at once.
