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Chapter 51

She killed him. I had just told her a few weeks ago that I wanted to find him, and she took him from me the first chance she got. She took my choice, I would have done the right thing, I would have done it for her, but she didn’t even give me the chance. She took the only chance I had at saying goodbye to him. I have done everything for her, yet she couldn’t grant me five fucking minutes with my father. I knew he was alive the moment I heard his beast roar, and felt the power radiating behind it. He was a good king, not the best father but I respected him. He was tough, but I knew my mother and I were everything to him and never doubted his love for us.

Walking out on her, I can see I broke her this time. My fury took over once again, this red-hot temper I always struggle to control. Abigail comes rushing down the corridor, Dakari hot on her heels as she runs toward me, stopping when she catches sight of me.

“What did you fucking do?” she yells at me, my temper flaring that she thinks she can talk to me this way, talk to her King like this. The disrespect is obvious as she glares at me. I growl at her, but her gaze remains, steadying the smell of her magic rippling inside her.

Dakari grabs her, shielding her away from me, protecting his mate. The action not going unseen.

“Tell me Silas, is she okay or not, you fucking monster,” Abigail spits at me.

I glare at her taking a step forward. How dare she speak to me like this. “Control your woman Dakari or she will find herself in my dungeons,” I tell him, walking away so I don’t hurt the little Witch. Matitus comes crashing through the doors, Dragus behind him. Matitus is covered in his own blood and my guilt consumes me. I see his face, twisted in pure rage. He lunges at me knocking me to the ground and pummelling me with his fists.

“I have warned you so many times about fucking hurting her,” he says punching me in the jaw. “Fight back you fucking coward,” he bellows, kicking me in the ribs. I growl at him, shoving him off.

“Stop,” I tell him trying to think, I love her but God, I fucking hated her, hate what she is, hate what she represents. My hate for her overshadows my love. We always seem to be stuck in the same love and hate relationship but this time she went too far.

“What did you do, what did he do?” Abigail screams, hitting me in the chest, her palms glowing green and I find myself hurdling into the wall. As soon as I am on my feet, I lunge for her, fucking bitch. Dakari and Matitus grab me, tossing me back. Dakari’s fist connect with the side of my face. I growl, grabbing his fist when he raises it again and snapping his arm like a twig. He groans then headbutts me. Matitus gets caught in the middle as we land blow after blow while he tries to stop me beating his brother senseless.

“Enough this is ridiculous,” Dragus snaps, making us look at him as he stalks off toward the room she is in.

“Dragus!” I warn when I see him going to her, they always choose fucking her.

“Do your worst Silas, you can’t keep me from my mate,” he says, not even turning to look back at me.

“She won’t forgive you this time,” Matitus says, following after him, leaving me with the Witch and Dakari.

“Well go on you might as well fuck off with them,” I tell her, but I am also hoping she might be able to heal her if she did. Abigail was good at healing, and I know she would without hesitation though I also know Elora would be reluctant to let her, now that she too was carrying a Dragon in her womb.

Abigail chases after them, Dakari staying in the corridor watching me.

“What’s wrong with you, are you really that fucked over Blaire that you would risk losing another mate?”

“Worry about your own mate Dakari, my relationship has nothing to do with you,” I warn him.

“Yes, it does when it involves my brother and his mate, you think your punishing her only affects her, but it doesn’t. You were fine yesterday. What could possibly happen that warrants you treating her like that?”

“She fucking killed my father,” I roar at him.

“And how many of her family have died by your hands?” he says calmly, it almost irritates me more than if he were yelling. Spinning around, I glare at him.

“That’s different, and they didn’t die by my actual hand.”

“No, just from the actions you took, at least her intentions wouldn’t have been out of revenge or to just hurt you,” he says walking off.

“You weren’t there Dakari; don’t think you know anything now stay out of it.”

“One day, Silas, you’re going to wake up and find yourself alone and you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself. My brother won’t watch you continue hurting her, and when he leaves, Dragus will follow, then what will you become, the King of loneliness?”

I laugh knowing there is no escaping a mate bond no matter how much you try. “They won’t leave me Dakari, they can’t. The bond won’t allow it”

“You say that, but they have reason to now, something worth fighting for, worth more than a bond” he says.

“Nothing is worth more than a mate bond.”

“Yeah, tell that to the woman carrying your child, because I can tell you right now, nothing is stronger than a bond between a mother and her child”

“She isn’t taking the child Dakari; she will go but the child remains.”