Page 36 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I break away from their circle, agitatedly stalking through the camp. The skies are even more full of ruby dragons and their armed riders.
Anticipation vibrates through me, but instead of battle plans, flame-red hair and emerald eyes flash into my mind.
My cock hardens again.
Fuck.
“Your wolf shifter Omega is a distraction,” War growls, prowling after me.
“And yours isn’t?”
I wave my hand at Lucius, who is humming to himself like he’s on a romantic stroll under the moonlight.
War huffs. “Yeah, there isn’t a name for what Luc is.”
“Thank you.” Lucius preens like his Alpha is praising him.
She isn’t.
“But he’s also my dragon rider,” War continues, “the best strategist you have, and the highest ranking silver dragon in the Shadow Court, aside from Maximinus. Who even is this non-shifter reject who you swooped in and saved from being torn apart?”
“Her name is Freya,” I reply, defensively. “Spark to her friends.”
“Are you her friend?” Lucius asks, carefully. “I’ve never seen you like this about anybody, let alone an Omega. You haven’t left her bedside for days.”
“And I almost drove a rusty dagger through my own tongue just to get out of making up excuses to your uncle about why we had to delay the campaign,” War adds. “So, why is this Omega worth delaying winning a war?”
“Because,” I twirl on my foot smartly, and my crimson cloak flutters behind me, “this Omegais the key to everything. If her magic hadn’t been suppressed by someone in her fucking kingdom, then I’d have found her sooner. I have been quietly searching for her for three years.”
Lucius’ eyes widen. “She’s the one?”
He glances behind himself, suddenly excited, as if he can somehow see all the way back down Main Street and inside my tent.
War grabs Lucius by the neck and drags him to rest calmly against her chest, attempting to hide that we’re talking about anything important.
My uncle has his own spies.
Lucius splutters in outrage but quickly settles as soon as he smells his Alpha’s powerful, dominant pheromones.
As Alpha and Omega dragon and rider who matched up in the Shadow Military Academy, their bond is powerful. They have a telepathic connection that means I know they’re holding entire conversations that I’m not part of.
Loneliness spears through me.
Will I ever have that same level of connection?
Yearning makes me harsher than I have been before. “My own brother was assassinated in front of me, leaving my hands soaked in his blood. I can’t wash them clean. That monster Lanlin didn’t know that he’d be linking our fate, however, when he did that. He chose his own punishment. Finally, I can get justice for Tarquin.”
“She’s Lanlin’s Omega,” Lucius licks his lips nervously, “but she’s alsoyours, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “She is mine.”
“Does she know?”
I shake my head.
“There’s more, Relius.” War flicks my horn in a way that if anyone else had done, I would have burned them to ash on the spot. “We don’t need to be bonded to be honest with each other. Good or bad, what the fuck does that even mean? There’s only what we need. So, don’t overthink the whole fucking time. Get out of that nightmarishhead of yours and tell us what’s wrong. We can help. We know each other like brothers and sisters.”
“The Golden Family,” I reply, quietly, using the name that my five friends coined for ourselves.
