Page 81 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Wraith, the Spy Chief who excels at cover ups, snorts with amusement.
I raise my chin, before turning away from the table and marching toward the dining room door.
Yet my knees do almost buckle, as I pass a certain Omega wolf, who is pressing against the back wall pretending to be invisible.
Freya, my Spark.
My fiery, red-haired goddess.
I shudder, balling my hands into fists behind my back.
I sense the glimmering golden threads like spider webs that attach me to Freya.
Yet they’re starting to fray.
It’s agonizing.
How much longer, if the bond is neglected, before they not only fray but snap?
What will happen to all of us who are fated by them if they break?
I clench my jaw, avoiding Freya’s eye. I wish that I could avoid her delicious pheromones and scent that are both still stronger after her heat.
It’s suffocating.
I can hardly breathe when I’m in a room with her. Yet I can also hardly breathe when I’m apart from her.
Work…?
That’s a fucking joke.
I’ve barely been able to concentrate on the crushing job of running this corrupt kingdom, balancing the different powerful factions, including Maximinus, the Council, and borderland propraetors like Atticus.
Every time I speak to Freya, it devastates me to holdonto my cold mask. It was even more devastating to turn away from spending her first heat with her.
It broke me to spend yet another rut, suffering and alone in my room, when I could smell and hear my Omega’s wild pleasure.
I knew that she needed me, and by the Shadow Gods, I needed her.
Over the last few years, as I’ve learned to survive in the Shadow Court alone without my brother, I thought that I’d learned to smother my emotions.
Grief has numbed them, but this love for Freya has brought them to life again.
She has brought me to life.
So, why does being close to her feel like she’s killing me?
Beta servants pull themselves to the side of the marble corridor, respectfully bowing to me.
I march blindly down the grand corridor with marble columns toward Maximinus’ study, practicing breathing exercises to make sure that my emotions don’t show.
I have to bond with Freya.
I have to at least tell her the truth about the golden threads: I’m bound by fate as tightly to her as she is to the fae. In fact, I’m bound to both of them.
Why can’t we become a family?Her new pack?
The fae is no longer my true enemy but my Kitten, a pet who amuses me with his clumsy assassination attempts and even clumsier spying.
