Page 174 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Ignatius pales, as the other cadets laugh. He tries to kick Daire, but Daire rolls out of the way, lightning fast.
Daire rises, looking suddenly as dangerous as he everhas. The cadets fall silent, as if suddenly seeing him for the first time.
Daire pumps his dominant pheromones through the room. The cadets’ eyes widen, as if they’re falling under his allure.
Five winds around Daire’s ankles with her head and tail raised.
Ignatius glances around himself. He’s trembling with rage.
When he lets out a shout, making to charge at Daire, I aim my improvised sock weapon at his head, catching him on the temple.
Ignatius groans, stumbling. He collapses to the floor, landing on his back.
He arches and grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The other cadets look alarmed but they don’t rush to support Ignatius.
“Whippings hurt, don’t they?” Daire says, flatly. “You should be resting and lying on your front on your own bed, rather than wasting energy on me. Caligo hates you. This won’t be the last time.”
Ignatius curls over onto his side, closing his eyes. His forehead is raising into a satisfying bruise, where I struck it.
His eyelashes are wet. “Shut up.”
“Try ice wrapped in your shirt, if you can get some. If not, a cold wet towel.”
“I said,shut up,” Ignatius howls, turning his head as far away as he can.
Daire holds out his arm to me, as if he’s still wearinghis crown and is about to walk me into his throne room. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” I tuck the sock back into my pocket, before taking his arm. “I’m a pet as well. Wherever my Alpha sleeps, so do I.”
Daire and I saunter to the door with Five strutting beside us.
“You think that you’re something special,” Ignatius’ weak voice says behind us. My shoulders stiffen. “Caligo hates you too, or wasn’t it your filthy fae ass being beaten into the ground this morning? The only reason that I would have allowed your non-shifter Omega into this dorm is because Aurelius is so obsessed with her. Anyone can see that he wants to bite her pretty neck, despite the fact that she’s both a fae-lover and a servant. Not only that, but she’s been rejected once. I don’t know how she has bewitched our King to give her one of his precious heirlooms, but that golden trinket around her wrist slipped, during the assault course. I saw that someone has already broken their bond with her. The scar is as ugly as she is, but if Aurelius likes sloppy seconds?—”
Daire twirls back to Ignatius, teeth bared.
Shame and distress surge through me. I drop my hand instinctively to cover the golden bracelet and what is hidden underneath it.
I blush.
I feel violated. Exposed. Seen but only in the worst way.
Daire leaps with a stunning speed across the room, ashis shadows leak from his wings, transforming the room to darkness.
He’s beautiful.
A vengeful, primal god.
The other students are terrified to silence.
Daire towers over Ignatius, snatching him by the front of his uniform.
Ignatius is breathing fast, dragging in panicked pants.
Then Daire slams him down onto his wounded back.
Ignatius screams.
