Aurelius’ Bedroom, Draca Kingdom
Aurelius, Alpha Shadow Dragon King
“Brother.”I kneel, resting my hand on the small silver shrine. It’s beautiful, shaped like a dragon with their wings out. A crown with twin dragons rests in front of it:Tarquin’s crown.“It has taken three, long years, but finally, I have beaten the fanged fucker. Tonight, in only an hour, Lan arrives at my palace. Then I will finally gain the chance to fulfill my Blood Oath to you. I haven’t forgotten you, Tarq. I swear on my wings that I never will.”
I lean to light a candle to the side of the shrine. The flame flickers, as if in answer.
My golden armor has been polished to gleaming perfection for the upcoming meeting with the Shadow Vampires, but it has never felt so fucking tarnished.
My crown feels heavy on my head.
Grief surges through me, along with primal rage at the memory of holding my brother’s bloody body in my arms.
A wickedness, which could sweep away the realms in a surge of flames and ash, blazes through me.
I clench my hands on my lap, sucking in a sharp breath.
Then I attempt to slam down hard on the conflicting emotions that are storming through me.
Feel nothing. Be nothing. Feel nothing.
It doesn’t work.
Alarmed, my claws extend, clawing into the shrine. My fangs grow, and I throw back my head and growl.
Am I becoming feral? Losing control after only one week separated from my Omega?
My flame-haired Wolf Goddess.
My eternal flame.
My Vesta.
“Freya,” I murmur through my fangs.
I fall forward, but finally, I can take deep breaths.
Even Freya’s name calms my rage.
She is my new anchor. What grounds me.
Freya told me that I don’t need to hide behind masks when I am with her. She sees the wicked beast that I am. She accepts me. I don’t need to control my emotions any longer.
Because my Omega does love me.
She fucking loves me, as much as I am obsessed with her.
She owns my soul. She always has.
She has no idea what I would do…what I have already done…for her. And I never want her to know.
My cock hardens in my tight leather breeches.
Freya can hate me, as long as she lives.
But if she loves me…?
Then she is the most special person in the Shadow Realms.
