Page 26 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Aurelius stands fluidly, and I realize how tall he is; he must be at least 6 foot nine, maybe taller. “Your scent, heartbeat, and the change to the pattern in your breathing. Dragons have enhanced senses, and I have been in training for many years. So, I wouldn’t suggest trying to trick me.”
I try to look as innocent as possible. “Got it.”
Aurelius towers over the nest, and I swallow, pulling another cushion over myself like a shield.
He raises his eyebrow. “You may not know this, since you’ve been in a fever for a week, recovering from your broken bond and also your other injuries, but I am theKing.”
“Ehm,” I wet my dry lips, “congratulations…?”
Aurelius’ eyes become icy. “Your Majesty. That’s what you call me.”
I force myself to smile. “Introductions, of course. I’m Freya, Your Majesty. Omegas call meSpark.Since you’re anAlpha, however, and want to be formal, I guess that you’d better stick to Freya.”
Aurelius’ deep growl pulls at my stomach in a way that I’m not expecting with both fear and anticipation.
Hurriedly, he holds his hands behind his back with what looks like an extreme effort of self-control. “You may call me Aurelius.”
Victory, the Omega.
I incline my head like I’m an elite Omega. After all, this king doesn’t need to know the truth of my status, right?
Or does he?
How much does he know about who I am?
“Then you may call me Spark,” I reply, regally.
Aurelius’ expression is mask-like, as he sits on the edge of the nest. “May I check your wounds?”
Surprised, I stare at him. “But you’re the King.”
“I believe that was just my line to you.” Aurelius taps his fingers impatiently on his dagger. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. The healer showed me, and I have personally been attending to you for the last week. On the Shadow Gods, I swear that I am trying to save you.”
I nod.
My breathing speeds up, as he pushes my dress aside to check my left ankle.
My ankle is bandaged, and when Aurelius gently unbandages the wound, he makes an approving sound. I watch his head trustingly bent over my ankle in amazement.
Has he been looking after me like this all week?
Aurelius sounds so cold but here he is, a king, caring for a servant. Doesn’t he realize?
Shadows dance across his sharp cheekbones. “It’s healing well. No infection. I wish that I could pull out the fangs of the fucker who did this to you.”
“They’re dead.”
“Good.”
He winds the bandage neatly. “You no longer need this. You’re strong.”
When Aurelius makes to reach for my wrist and my crescent moon scar, I make a low, wounded sound in my throat.
I drag my arm to my chest, trying to hide it.
A broken bond is the greatest shame that there is in the Moon Court.
A rejected Omega is an outcast. No pack will take them in. Normally, they die alone in the woods.
