Chapter 5

Zemora's Pov

“What a worthless plan! How is this supposed to kill the enemy?” I yelled in frustration, flinging the book in my hand across the room with anger.

Another stupid story plot with a pathetic ending. Some of these writers should be banished for crafting such magnificent masterpieces full of anxiety but with no helpful solution!

“My lady, please lower your voice a bit. His Majesty doesn't like noise,” Larissa warned me for the umpeeth time.

“I am trying, Larissa. But today is not my day,” I whined, sliding off the cushion.

I had requested to meet the witch Larissa told me about. But I was unable to meet her. 

According to her underlying, she had traveled out of the city, making it impossible for me to meet her.

I needed to find a way of getting pregnant for the dragon king before my days elapsed.

Larissa suggested I check some books and led me to this huge impressive library in the castle. But then, some racy books caught my attention.

At home, racy books were forbidden in the pack home. I was focused on reading political books about power and history of the past Alpha of the pack. 

However, seeing a full shelf of racy books in a dark terrifying castle like this made me wonder who would keep such collections.

It would definitely not be the dragon king. These kinds of books don't match his image.

He would probably love books about wars and destruction, evil and other negative things.

Satisfied with my assumptions, I picked another book and proceeded to read it.

My eyes were so fixed on the first chapter, intrigued by the writing style and excited to read the next page.

However, my joy was short-lived when someone snatched the book from behind.

I grew furious, about to descend on the person who disrupted my reading but paused at the sight of the dragon king.

“Your Majesty,” I stuttered, bowing down instinctively.

“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be doing something crafty?” He asked with a disappointed tone.

“Something crafty?” I asked, stunned by his words. 

He narrowed his eyes on me with a frown on his face. “What game are you playing?” He interrogated and I scoffed in disbelief.

I can't believe he still doesn't have trust in me. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I muttered, snatching the book back from him.

“Watch the way you speak to me. I could kill you for being rude,” he threatened and I pressed my lips tight, disturbed by his words.

“I don't mean to sound rude but you are being unreasonable. Why are you so negative about me? I offered my people openly into your hands but…”

“Fulfill your duties as a traitor, little wolf. That way I can burn you alive without consideration,” he grumbled with a vicious voice.

He sees me as a traitor. I feel offended by his lack of trust. But then, he has every right to have doubts about me.

After all, I am here for his head. 

“I thought we were allies now. What is with the hostility?” I played dumb, trying to change the subject.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Once you are useless to me, I will toss you into my pit of hell and incriminate your body and soul,” he warned with a cold voice, glaring at me with hatred clear in his eyes.

“I won't disappoint you, your Majesty.” I accepted his challenge. 

After he left the library, I let out a stressed sigh. He was terrifying.

Seeing how determined he is to get rid of me, I have to up my game fast.

I need to get pregnant and become the next dragon mother with unstoppable powers. 

“Larissa, how long do I have to wait for the witch to return?” I questioned, frustrated by the dragon King's unexpected visit.

“I have…” 

“There is no need for you to bother about the witch,” a middle aged woman cut Larissa short.

“And who are you?” I asked, curious about who she might be.

“You can call me Ashera,” she answered and I glanced at Larissa expecting her to say something.

But she lowered her gaze and trembled like she had met a ghost.

“Ashera, I still don't know who you are. Please can you be elaborate,” I requested and she chuckled.

“Of course. I am the Queen mother of the city. Mother to the dragon heir and wife of the late king,” she declared with certainty in her voice.

I could not bring myself to tell whether she was lying or not. The Queen mother would never roam the castle walls without proper security.

But this woman had nothing making it difficult for me to believe her.

“There is no need for you to doubt me, daughter-in-law. For now we need to get you pregnant for my son and have you by his side for good,” she said with a serious tone, making me feel uncomfortable.

How can I trust this woman? I barely know her. She might be lying to me about her identity but then…

“End those clouds of thoughts. We need to get you pregnant before next week,” she said with a promising tone, leading me out of the library.