Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 39

“That’s a dragon trait, not a fae one,” he says looking at Silas.

“Must be her mark” he answers, and it kind of makes sense. Silas pulls on my hand, wanting me to get up when I shake my head.

“Are you going to answer me?” I ask, looking to Dragus, his eyes instantly snapping to Silas for permission. Silas growls and I suddenly feel the bond go quiet and I know they have put their walls up blocking me out. They would not answer.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now” Matitus answers, but I knew they were lying. Silas tugs on my hand and I pull it back. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on,” I tell them. Silas breathing becomes heavy, and I can feel his anger radiating out of him, threatening to suffocate us. Standing up, I reach in his pocket and grab the key to the safe. He grips my wrist tightly.

“It’s the book isn’t it” I ask, looking at Matitus and Dragus when they don’t answer.

“Give me the key,” I tell Silas, but his grip only tightens and for a second I thought he was going to break it, when Matitus gives in and I am pretty sure it’s because he was worried Silas was about to hurt me.

“We need a magical sacrifice” My eyes snap to Matitus and Silas growls behind me.

“A magical sacrifice?”

“Yes, only the oracle can break the curse or spirit user” Matitus says. My mind instantly going to Abigail. She was a witch was she a spirit user though and when they say sacrifice do they mean to kill them.

“So, you need a witch or an oracle?”

“No, a witch is bound to their element and there are no witches left anyway so a new oracle can’t exist.”

“So that means?” I ask, confused where he was going with this.

“The book says only the blood sacrifice of the oracle can break the curse or a powerful magical sacrifice.”

“I still don’t understand, why would I be mad about that?” I ask.

“Because the Oracle doesn’t exist to break the curse, means we would need a fae to give up their magic, because besides, an oracle. fae are the only spirit users. Dragon magic can’t be sacrificed because we charge from the fire element, mermaids water, witches earth. The angel was air. Except the oracle, fae are spirit users. The oracle is also a spirit user without an oracle that leaves only a fae to break the curse.”

“So, you need my blood? And what else?” I ask, trying to remember how the pentagram balance worked.

“For the oracle to break the curse, we need her blood sacrifice and the blood of the night and light, so vampire or werewolf because they are cursed to the moon in a way and humans are light. It’s the same way they created the balance that created the treaty. Blood from each element and blood of the moon and sun binding us all to stick to the treaty.”

“Then how did the treaty break?”

“Because a spirit user broke the balance.”

“How?” I ask looking at Silas who looked extremely uncomfortable, and his aura was deadly.

“Not at the sacrifice of my people I won’t.”

“There is no fae left Elora, who are you saving? Marian, she is too old for magic and you don’t even know how to use it. Your sole purpose as our mate is to bear our children and to break the curse. That is your duty to us. The entire reason you are alive” he growls before gripping my arm tightly.

“I will not go against my beliefs just to break a curse on your kind,” I tell him.

“You don’t have a fucking choice. You were made for us, solely to please us and do as you're told, to break the curse. What purpose do we have for you otherwise?” he growls. It would have hurt less if he punched me, his words cutting deeply. They didn’t want me, they just wanted me to break the curse and bear their children, purely a baby incubator. How could I be so blinded, all because of a bond I never asked for. I felt stupid to think they actually wanted me. I felt tears brim in my eyes, my heart hurting. If only I remained cold and distant like I planned. If only the dragon heat killed me.

“And If I refuse?” I ask, looking at him.

“Then I will burn this kingdom down with you in it” he says, his voice cold and emotionless. I could feel Dragus and Matitus unease through the bond. They didn’t agree with him, but his word was law, and I knew they wouldn’t go against their mate, not even for me.

“Blaire rejected you, didn’t she?” I ask and he freezes, a growl escaping that felt like it vibrated through the entire room answering my question.

“Now I understand why, you’re a fucking monster. And I will never hand it over. Burn it down, Silas. Then what? You wait another hundred years for a new fae, sorry to tell you, but my bloodline ends with me” His hand connected with my face. My head whips to the side and the sound resonates through the room. My face stinging from his palm as I clutch my cheek.

“You dare speak her name to me, your great grandmother started the war. She broke the treaty. She is the reason I hate fae, hate the Aziza family. The reason I fucking hate you because you look exactly like her and you are exactly like her. You will do it because if you don’t you will meet the same fate she did. I don’t need you to love me to bear our children and you will carry them even if I have to hold you down myself” Silas snaps back at me before turning on his heel and walking out, only stopping when the next words leave my lips. Fighting back tears and hurt within my chest,

“I Elora Velinia Aziza, direct descendant of the Royal Aziza bloodline reject the dragon kings of the Opal fire Kingdom Sil” His hands were on my throat in seconds, not letting me finish. I could feel myself becoming dizzy as I clawed at his hands. Dragus and Matitus trying to rip him off me and his hands burning into the flesh of my throat as I struggle to breathe. His hands restricting my airways cutting off all my oxygen and I see black dots dance before my eyes, growing bigger and bigger until all I see is black.