Semua Bab Beauty and the Alpha Beast: Bab 41 - Bab 49

KaelBelladonna shimmies out of her cloak, revealing a lithe, curveless figure. I watch magic glimmer over her skin as the cloak falls to the ground in a puddle at her feet, her narrow body covered in nothing but a slip that’s seen better days. I laugh at her, shaking my head as she reaches for my cuffs. “Babies? You think I’ll willingly fuck you, witch? Is that what you’re planning to use us for? Breeding? Are you that weak as a people? Will no other men fuck you?”Her magic ripples over my skin, leaving me momentarily numb. I can’t move when she takes off the cuffs, smiling wickedly as she rolls me onto my back, and I’m paralyzed. “Dragons are strong and long-lived. Your scales make our magic, our potions, more potent. Your bones are hard as diamonds and make for the best weapons. Your blood keeps us young,” she draws out the words in a seductive hum. “And… yes, Your Highness, we want you to strengthen our coven. Imagine the children we could produce together.”“Get off me.”“Don’

KaelI jolt into awareness, blinded by startlingly bright sunlight in an unfamiliar room. I have to blink repeatedly to clear my hazy vision while reaching desperately for the woman who’d just been kneeling beside the bed, her hand clutching mine. I grope thin air, grimacing against a sharp rush of heat that funnels through my body like a snake, slithering through my veins. It… hurts. Hurts like hell, actually. The heat is nearing a boiling point when a sharp yelp booms nearby, followed by scuffling feet and the sound of something shattering on the ground. The light abruptly fades as curtain rods squeal against metal, and then someone’s touching me, speaking so rapidly I can’t make out a single word they’re saying. A small, warm hand presses against my forehead then releases, and then I’m alone again, but this time in the dark, which is a welcome relief. I struggle into an upright position, my chest and back aching, which is a reminder I’m horrifically injured, but… I smooth my hand

KaelMorgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase. Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter. Her eyes draw me in and spit me out, wasting precious seconds. I raise my sword, but a beam of green light flies from her fingertips as she cackles menacingly, her powers ripping the weapon from my grip. “You fool,” she hisses, lowering her arm and taking several steady, unwavering steps in my direction. “You must think yourself a hero, don’t you? King Kael? The dragon king come to save the shifters from their ultimate demise?”“What have you done?” I ask, slowly stepping away from her.

MaxianaI have two seconds to catch my breath, to unravel and digest what I’m seeing, before Kael lifts his massive, jet-black wings and soars into the night sky, his roar sending a shockwave that nearly knocks me to the ground. His man, Ryker, catches me by the arm and tugs me close as I watch the shadow of my mate soar against the moonlight, joining a league of dragons fighting to what seems like the death against their own kind. “What’s happening?” I blurt out, finding it hard to stay upright. My legs feel like jelly, and my mind isn’t in much better shape. “War,” Ryker says simply, quietly, then tugs me toward the garden where the roping, tangled vines are starting to fall in on themselves, slowly turning to ash. A warm wind driven by dragon wings whips across my cheeks, my hair billowing down my back. I’m wearing the shift I wore under the gown from the ball, and I’m barefoot, dressed exactly like I was when I was trapped in the dreamworld. But this is real. Too real. Rocks bi