All Chapters of Alpha Draekon My Nemesis: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Through the few weeks of staying in their home, I found out they were a Beta family. Apparently, their father; Beta Allister was the Beta of Blood Crescent, and Tobias was meant to become Beta after him. They were all so kind to me, and I felt myself begin to feel lighter again." She smiled. "It was almost as though, the boys had accepted a mute sister, and usually communicated with me through writing or sign language. Tobias had been surprised I understood sign language, but he had no idea I had attended Vexley Keep. Their mother and father had been so caring, I found myself wishing I had been born into their family instead." "So one day during dinner, Jerian, the second son, suggested they gave me a name, instead of always calling my attention with a wave or...." She trailed off, laughing amidst her tears. "Now that I think about it, I cannot help but wonder how they had managed all the while, not knowing my name." "So what name did they settle on?" Vaelora asked, not sure

THE NEXT DAY "Thank you, Luna. I had such a lovely time with you today." The seventh consort candidate, Lady Callista Doughan said, giving a low bow. Vaelora flashed her a genuine smile, having enjoyed their interesting game of chess together. "I hope you don't mind me asking if we could we do this again tomorrow?" Callista muttered, unsure. But she had this look of confidence in her eyes. Vaelora was yet to understand this one. When Callista had arrived the Royal House two days back, Vaelora had expected a lot of things, but definitely not a... She seemed masculine, for a woman. Not her looks, but mannerisms. The way she walked, talked, bowed. She felt like a man, born in the body of a pretty lady. Having disregarded her presence since she arrived, Vaelora finally thought to spend some time of her day with the lady today. She had received a completely different character than she expected. Callista had never for once mentioned Draekon's name, or asked when he was go

*******FLASHBACK******* SEVEN YEARS AGO. THEY WALKED through the royal garden, Vaelora’s mind only half-attentive to the conversation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake off one particular thought. “Do you think Draekon is going to make it out of this?” she suddenly blurted. Both Zayn and Dione glanced at each other, then back at her. “I mean… alive.” She muttered. “Do you wish he’d die?” Dione queried in disbelief. “Regardless of how cold and unfeeling he may be, he's still our brother.” “No!” Vaelora rushed out. “I was just… genuinely worried. Which apparently is weird.” She scrunched her nose, irritated with herself for giving the slightest fuck about Draekon. “Well...” Zayn muttered slowly. “It all depends. He needs a reason to keep going. Something that makes him feel he hasn’t lost it all.” “And you two aren’t enough?” She asked quietly, trying her best not to come off as sarcastic. “Vaelora, we are enough, but sadly, we aren’t his mates.”

*********FLASHBACK******** SEVEN YEARS AGO “My love, do you want to play a game?” Amelia asked, her skin looking so radiant behind the blinding lights. “Yes.” Draekon replied, a weak smile on his face. It felt like ages since he last saw her. Where had she even run off to? He thought she had promised to stay with him forever. “Great!” She grinned. “It’s called Power of the Mind. I’ll say a word, and you’ll quickly tell me a relative word. Are you game?” “Yes.” He whispered weakly. “Alrght.” She nodded. “Clouds.” “Rain.” He replied, and she smiled with a nod. “Vein.” “Blood.” “Food.” “Taste.” “Loss.” “Pain.” “Death.” “Grief.” He rushed out before he could even comprehend his thoughts. Slowly, it began to dawn on him that things weren’t truly as they seemed. His mate wasn’t there with him in flesh. He quickly looked up, and saw as the blinding lights sucked her in, making him scream in agony. “Amelia! Amelia! Please come back!” He broke down in t

VAELORA remained seated in front of the desk, long after Rebekah had left. The heavy book about spells and magic were opened before her, but the words on the pages blurred together, refusing to hold her attention. Her thoughts kept straying, spiraling through everything that had happened these past days. With a long, frustrated sigh, she slammed the book shut. She stood up restlessly, and made her way to the bed. As she laid down, her hand subconsciously reached out for the pillow on Draekon's side of the bed. Without realizing her actions, she buried her nose against the pillow, and inhaled. The faint trace of Draekon’s scent made her chest tighten. Then almost immediately, she froze, eyes wide. What the in the cursed claws was she doing?! Feeling extremely conscious now, she set the pillow down gently, as if even the pillow itself might accuse her of weakness. "What am I doing?" She whispered to herself. At that point, Vaelora wondered if she was the problem, or i