All Chapters of Alpha Draekon My Nemesis: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BELOW, the festivities were already alive. Vaelora stood by the window, fingers resting lightly on the window sill. Carriages were lined along the courtyard, each painted with a different provincial crest. Torches flared, illuminating arriving guests dressed in their finest ceremonial garments. “Luna.” Danika murmured behind her. “We should finish.” Vaelora looked away from the window, and returned back to where she had been previously sitting in front of the vanity, as Danika and the two other maids hovered around her. Her hair had already been styled, half-up braided crown, woven with delicate gold threads. The rest of her curls cascaded freely down her back, framing her face softly. They applied some minimal makeup. A warm tone that deepened the green of her eyes, a muted rose tint on her lips, and a faint shimmer along her collarbone, enough to appear luminous under torchlight, but not overwhelming. Her gown rested on a stand nearby, waiting. “Let’s help you int

AS THE first light of dawn slipped through the windows, Vaelora stirred in her sleep, unconsciously readjusting her position beside Draekon. Draekon’s arm laid across her waist like a warm chain, his breath was slow and even on her neck. The furs were twisted around them, wet with sweat and his seed from hours ago. Then, Draekon woke, resting his gaze on Vaelora's sleeping form. He thought about their wild moment of passion only hours ago. How Vaelora and taken all of him inside her, and how her hips her bucked uncontrollably when she had her release. He finally had her just the way he had always imagined, and it was even better! He only realized now, that his need and desire for her had increased much significantly after their night together. His growing bulge was a huge evidence. Just then, she moved just a little, her eyes fluttering open. With that behaviour that had grown on her, she turned her head to the side for Draekon, and her green eyes locked with his. She r

ALPHA KHOL'AN sat in his wheelchair, while his mother stood protectively behind him. He felt so many emotions at once. The hurt of having been rejected for a second time, by a woman he thought would take pity on him. Even though Rebekah hadn't rejected him yet, he knew she would. He understood her style. She preferred to do so calmly, without unnecessary attention. "Firstly, it is so good to see you again after such a long time Khol'an. I hope you have been good?" Draekon asked, his voice softer than usual. "I have." Khol'an manage a smile, but it carried so much sadness. It had Draekon feeling unsettled. “Luna Marion, you asked for this hearing.” Draekon began, facing Khol'an's mother. His voice was calm, but wielded authority. “I have given thought to your request from your last two petitions. You asked that I choose a bride for Alpha Khol’an, to help him secure his position as Alpha.” Khol’an looked uncomfortable, his eyes fixed on the table. Overtime, he had bee

VAELORA and Rebekah stepped into the foyer, their mood still light from the run. Vaelora paused mid-step, when a low, guttural growl echoed from Andronikos’ lair. Her heart skipped, and she turned slightly toward the Rebekah. “Go on, love.” She said softly. “I just want a moment.” Rebekah nodded in understanding, and disappeared up the staircase. Vaelora let out a deep breath, before taking a turn to Dronikos' lair. It had been too long since she had truly spent time with him. The last time she had come to his lair seeking solace, she only ended up intercepting Draekon’s dreams. She climbed the steps toward the barred metal doors of his lair, and the air seemed charged. Even before she reached the entrance, she felt him. Andronikos had already sensed her presence, poking his snout through one of the holes in the heavy barred doors, nostrils flaring. “Seems you felt my presence already." She whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. 'You've come'. Vaelora froze.

SOME MINUTES later, the sentinels hammered metal stakes into the ground, while others rolled out straw targets and lifted them upright. A few drew white boundary lines across the field with chalk and within minutes, the empty space had become a proper archery ground. Khol’an watched quietly from his chair, while Vaelora stretched her arms, pretending to look relaxed even though excitement pumped through her veins. When the final target was set, one of the sentinels, Bran, lifted his hand. “Targets ready.” Vaelora stepped to her line, but quickly turned back to assist Khol'an, who was already wheeling forward to his own shooting point. She noticed how steady his hands were on the wheels, like a chore he had grown used to over the years. Just then, another sentinel brought two bows and two quivers, offering a pair to Vaelora, and the other to Khol’an. Vaelora wore her quiver at her back, and Khol'an simply dropped his on the ground beneath him. “First to hit five bull’