Page 78 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Wraith humps her hips.
In Fang Kingdom, it’s taboo for Betas to be matched.
Once an Alpha has claimed an Omega, they may decide to allow a Beta to join their pack. Some Betas work within the kingdom their entire lives and are never lucky enough to be selected by a pack.
Yet here, these two Beta dragons are casually showing their affection for each other.
Is it more than that?
Can Beta dragons be together without an Omega?
“Can we go one breakfast without death threats or tonguing?” Aurelius sighs.
As if two of the most dangerous dragons in court aren’t putting on a performance in front of him.
“No,” the other four chorus at the same time like this is a question that Aurelius asks a lot.
Then they all laugh.
Vicious turns to Wraith, drawing her into a deep, lingering kiss that leaves her panting. They rest their foreheads together for a long moment.
Then they sit around, studying the food on the table.
“What do you want for breakfast, Luc?” Vicious asks.
It feels like the closest Lucius will get to an apology for her earlier attempt to frighten him.
I raise my gaze to meet Lucius’.
“Pancakes.” Lucius grins. “Bet you’d never guess, Spark.”
I roll my eyes but slip a wheat pancake onto a platter. “Honey and dates?”
Lucius nods.
I add a handful of dates and then pour on a pool of amber liquid, which gleams like Aurelius’ eyes.
When I glance up at Aurelius, I catch him watching me.
Hurriedly, he looks away.
Vicious fills a goblet with milk and then passes it to Wraith, before serving herself one of wine.
“How’s your wrist?” Vicious gestures at my bond mark. “We have a biter here.”
I hide my arm behind my back.
Vicious smirks.
“I heard an interesting story about the fae pet in the dungeons.” Wraith takes a drink of her milk. She gazes dreamily into the air, but everyone in the room is riveted to her. “He went through a rut at the same time as our King did. He kept talking, whispering abouthis Omega, soulmate, Spark… The strange thing is that the rut didn’t make him suffer. It was like he was spending it with a ghost of his Omega. He was loud in his pleasure, moaning, writhing, and howling like a primal creature. I bribed a guard to examine him afterwards. And he had the same bruises and bites on his wrist. Interesting, huh?”
I stand up, backing away from the table.
Wraith has laid bare something private, intimate, and sacred between Daire and me.
What more can they take from Daire? How much more does Aurelius desire to break Daire?
“Isn’t it enough yet?” My voice wavers. “Why can’t you leave my Raven King alone?”
