Page 63 of Dragon King's Cursed Mate

He unfurled his wings until they reached past where the vaulted ceilings once were. Dain’s eyes glowed with molten gold.

The rage was throbbing inside of him. It wasn’t the uncontrollable rage of the darkness. It was a quiet, burning fury, cold and calculating.

The growl that came from deep inside of him shook the temple.

He’d become the Drakhenmoor dragon, a legendary beast that had been extinct for centuries—until now. It was twice as big as other dragons.

Drakhenmoor dragons were stronger and more powerful than any other. The scales couldn’t be touched by physical or magical attacks. He possessed primal breath, meaning he could unleash storms, ash, lightning, fire, magma storms, and more. Drakhenmoor dragons could absorb energy from the elements around them. He could also manipulate reality.

Malakar had backed into a corner. “Quit standing around like idiots. Get him.”

The air was filled with dragon shifters, while guards and hunters fought from the ground. With a deafening roar, Dain launched himself into the air, along with Cassion and Valon.

Dain managed to move with the grace of a dancer as he attacked the dragons. His claws ripped through the dragons’ scales as though they were nothing more than butter. Dain usedhis massive, spiked tail to send dragons hurtling through the air, slamming into trees and the crumbling walls of the ruins.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to cut through Malakar’s dragon shifter army. Dain focused his attention on the sorcerer who was chanting incantations and throwing dark magic spells at Kade and Ronan, who were fighting Malakar’s ground soldiers.

Dain dove for the man. Zorne rapidly fired several spells at him. Taking in a huge breath, he stepped toward Zorne menacingly and slowly. The sorcerer tried to recite a spell that would take him out of the temple, but Dain shot him with a stream of glowing, red-hot magma.

A loud, shrill scream filled the air as the sorcerer literally melted.

He whirled around and thundered toward Malakar, who was still standing in the corner. A mixture of rage and fear played out on his face. Malakar had anticipated that Dain would arrive with the brotherhood, but he had no idea that Dain would become a powerful beast.

“Not today, Nephew,” Malakar said. He looked over at Seraphina, still hanging from the ceiling. “This isn’t over, Oracle. We’ll meet again.”

He hit a sigil drawn on the wall and disappeared.

Dain instantly shifted and ran over to Seraphina, while the other dragons finished off the last of Malakar’s men. He quickly unchained her, and she collapsed into his arms.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. “You came.”

He nodded. “I’m here. You’re safe now.”

His soul twisted. Dain could feel some of the agony she went through. An icy hand squeezed his heart as he looked into her eyes. He couldn’t stand to lose her. It would kill him. Her spirit might not be broken, but her body was.

Victorious, everyone shifted back to human form and rushed over to Seraphina.

Valon touched her arm. “She’s hurt badly. Black magic was used on her, and the sorcerer damaged some of her internal organs. We have to get her back home, now.” He looked at Seraphina and back at Dain.

“Can your new dragon form carry the both of us back, so I can hold her? I don’t think she can hold on.”

Dain shifted into the drakhenmoor. Valon mounted him, and Lucian carefully lifted Seraphine up to him.

“Hold on, Oracle. We’ll take care of you,” Valon said softly.

“I told you I’d leave when the time was right.”

Valon shook his head and growled. “Don’t ever do that to us again.”

Dain would have been amused if the situation wasn’t so dire. Valon, who’d wanted so badly to get rid of Seraphina would now be the one who saved her.

The three of them beat the other dragon shifters back to the ruins by half an hour.

Everyone’s eyes opened wide and their mouths dropped as they saw the huge, massive beast land in the middle of the courtyard.

“Take her to my tent,” he ordered as he shifted.

Seraphina was unconscious when Valon carefully laid her on Dain’s cot.

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