บททั้งหมดของ Secret Son of The Dragon Lord: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Brayden's POV The drive to my villa was serene. I always desired to bring Cora here but never thought it would be this soon. I never wanted to send her home in the first place but neither did I want her to feel that I was taking advantage of her situation. It was hard enough for me to drive towards her house and when she begged me not to leave her, I felt the fulfilment I always craved. I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. I know that she loves me but I still want to hear her say it. It must be traumatic for her to know about her father's murderer and for everything that has happened tonight. I can't help but feel embittered for not killing Sawyer but I know best. We got to the villa and I helped Cora out of the car. Well, I carried her because she was already asleep. She was sleeping like a baby and I didn't want to wake her. Nonetheless, she startled awake when her body touched the bed and ogled me in the eye. I hadn't turned on the light but I

Brayden's POV Finally, we are one. Ultimately, she is mine. Cora has touched a part in me that I never thought existed. The sudden flare of joy and laugher lingering in my heart. The lightness of her touch around me. The mate born is the most extraordinary thing to have. Her powers are growing as she draws my attention to something, I think I would laugh to death. "Bray, I just realized we never used protection. What if I get pregnant before marriage?" The concerned look on her face makes me turn serious as I explain things to her. First, I sit her on my lap and I feel hypnotized by her scent. I never liked the smell of roses till she came into my life. Now, she enchants me with her rose fragranced shampoo.  "No, you can't get pregnant. It's too early. You know, there are not many Dragons out there as compared to werewolves. We are only a few. Aside from myself and my best friend Steve, I don't know any other of our kind out there except in the Ammyssian

Sawyer's POV Since the night of my outburst with Brayden and Cora, I have never been the same. I have wallowed in guilt and reckoned so much about George's words to apologize to her. I didn't have the guts to call her. The worst part is the payment from Brayden to cover for all I spent on her mum. I tried to reverse the money but was unable to. I don't know how it will make her feel to know that if she doesn't know already. Perhaps I thought it would be more convenient to speak with her face to face. I called Cora's sister only to be told she was spending the week with Brayden. My heart boiled but I vented my rage in the woods when I let my wolf out for a run. I figured that since it was for the weekend, she will most definitely be home on Monday to prepare for school. I already knew her timetable that her Monday lecture will begin in the afternoon. However, I got here at dawn to wait for her, which was exactly three hours to the time she did and my worst nightmare w

Third Person's POV Sawyer, after having his heartbroken, returned to his usual cold self as at when he lost his Luna. Nobody dared stand against him or challenge him. Even George had to walk on needles around him. The training of the werewolves was intense. Never in their history had they been subjected to such arduous training. It was inhuman but there weren't humans among them after all, so who cares? Everybody knew why the Alpha King subjected them to such strenuous training and dared not voice out any discomfort. This time, not only were they preparing for victory or loss, but for death. It's a complete win or die situation. The situation in the Ammyssian Empire was no different. The Dragons have been training under the legendary Dragon Lord and never relented for once. The wise old Dragon Lord knew the werewolves would train harder and return due to their loss the last time so he never relented. Brayden was unaware of everything going on in the w

Cora's POV The lecturer walks in and that marks the end of our conversation for now. I can hardly concentrate on what he is saying but then, I realize that it isn't just my fears distrusting me but the lecture itself is so boring.  As I look around, I see almost half of the students dozing. The lecturer appears unperturbed but the understanding hits home when he gives us an assignment. You can't get it right if you did not pay attention. Some of the students begin to murmur.  "I got it, Cora, I can help you if there is a need," Patty says.  I feel solace. "That will be great. My attention was divided throughout the lecture. So unusual for me," I confess. "I know it's because of what I told you. Come on, let's go to the library. Our last lecture is in thirty minutes." My stomach begins to growl. "No, I think we should rather get something to eat. Don't worry, I will have time to study at home." I said to assure her that I needn't