Alpha Draekon My Nemesis의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

The moment he slid inside her, she released a sharp cry, blood rushing to her face. It was pain. But a different kind. "Are you okay?" He whispered against her lips, trying not to move within her just yet. "Hmm..." She gave a muffled response, nodding as she grabbed his arms tightly. She felt the stinging sensation begin to ease, and subconsciously moved her hips against him. Taking that as his cue, Draekon pulled out and slid in again, eliciting a tiny moan from her throat. He groaned at her tightness, trying so hard to maintain control. He couldn't afford to go so rough on her, knowing it was her first time. "Ahhh... goddess! You feel so good." He choked out. Her arms circled his neck, pulling his head closer for a kiss. He obliged, devouring her lips like it was food he needed to survive. Gradually, his pace increased and his breathing became rougher. The sounds of their panting and groaning filled their chambers, and most probably loud enough for any passersby t

DRAEKON released a low sigh as Lady Saphaira whispered inaudible apologies beside him, her hands jittery with fear. He had to leave bed earlier than he wished to this morning, because it was Lady Saphaira's last day in the House of Veylor, and he was supposed to spend the day with her, before she left. It wasn't like he wished to, but he was dutifully bound to do so as a result of Vaelora's appeal to the council chiefs the other time. Asides that, he couldn't pass out on the opportunity to have a certain conversation with the scheming consort candidate. "I didn't mean to, Your Majesty." She muttered, head low with shame. "My father insisted that was the only way to secure a spot beside you. In your heart." She whispered the last part. Draekon had done his personal findings and discovered that Saphaira and her father had a hand in the accident that took place during the horse riding competition. They had put Vaelora's safety on the line, and it was something he wouldn't let slid

SHE OPENED her eyes slowly, her head still heavy from sleep. She gave in to the habit that had quickly turned into a morning ritual over the months, turning to her side to check for Draekon. She was met with an empty space. For a long moment, she just stared at the empty spot, unable to tell what she felt. Anger? Sadness? Confusion? It was almost as though, he was avoiding the much expected conversation, after what had transpired between them two nights ago. As she hopped down the bed, she headed to the bath chambers and observed her hygiene routine. About half an hour later, she stepped out to find Danika in the bed chambers. "Luna." Danika bowed. "Just wanted you to have some more blood broth." She dropped the tray with the bowl of broth on the table, unknowingly placing it over the note that Draekon had left for Vaelora earlier that morning. Just then, one of the sentinels stationed at the entrance of her chambers announced Zayn's presence. "Your Majesty, High

THE MOMENT Merakkai uttered those words, the hum of laughter and chatter around the courtyard seemed to have faded out. Draekon’s eyes glinted bright gold for a brief moment, before returning to its usual dark color. Merakkai smiled faintly, going on with his words. “You see, Your Majesty, it is not merely a symbolic offer. Should you and Princess Nysera unite, there is a far greater chance of birthing a pure-blooded DragonBorn heir. One who will inherit your strength, your fire, your lineage. One destined to rule the DragonBorns after you.” The words sank deep, and for a moment, Draekon’s thoughts drifted far away to a quiet memory of Vaelora. Her face was etched onto his soul. His very core. She was consuming him day by day. For whatever reasons, he didn’t want anyone else. Not another woman’s warmth, not another body, not another face. He turned to Merakkai, voice calm but laced with finality. “I am sorry, Merakkai. But I must decline your offer.” Merakkai's eyes d

BY NOON, Rebekah entered Vaelora's chambers. “Lora?” She stepped inside, dressed simply in a lilac gown, her eyes filled with quiet concern. “You weren't down for breakfast today. Again.” she added. “Is something wrong?” "I'm fine, Bekah." Vaelora muttered, taking a sitting position on the bed. "But you don't look like you are." Rebekah sighed, walking toward the bed to join Vaelora. Once she sat, she locked eyes with a tired looking Vaelora, and spread her arms open. That familiar gesture brought tears to Vaelora's eyes, as she dived into her friend's embrace. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." She sniffled, and Rebekah gently patted her on the back. "I missed you even more, Lora." Rebekah whispered, her hold tightening around Vaelora. "Then why did you forget about me? Why did you never return my letters? You never visited either. What happened?" Rebekah gently pulled away from their embrace, just so she could look at her. "I promise to answer every