Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 13

Silas

I was off searching other territories and no-man’s-land when my mates contacted me, telling me they

thought they found her. Matitus ran into her on the streets. I had my doubts, of course. We have

searched for her for decades trying to find this Chosen one the Oracle promised would come. Surely,

we weren’t that blind, and she was under our nose this entire time, living in our city. Yet they were both

insistent that she was the one. They called for all women to be brought to the castle, and that’s where

they captured her. Dragus too confirmed saying he felt a strange pull to her.

I headed home straight away. Flying back was easy for me, yet my mind kept going back to the great

war and the destruction caused ever since. What I wasn’t expecting when I got home was everyone

frantically looking for her. I landed in the back gardens. Matitus and Dragus ran out to greet me.

“What happened?” I ask as I see convoys loading up and heading out the gates. It was already dark,

and the night was becoming cold.

“We lost her. I think she has run,” Dragus says, pinching the bridge of his nose. Matitus growls low,

making me look at him.

“Are you fucking serious, how did she escape the fucking castle with you two here” I ask.

“We don’t know, but we have found where she was living along with another dead Fae at the house.

The elderly woman appears to have slit her own throat. She was there her scent was faint, but we have

sent trackers after her,” Matitus explains.

“Then why are we standing here for, fucking find her?!” I scream before taking off. There is only one

choice for her, she would have to leave the city. So, I head for the northern border. Guards are

everywhere on high alert. When I fly over a small clearing, though, I get this strange pull to land.

Something is tugging at me, telling me she is somewhere hiding. Landing near the border fence, I

make my way into the trees, Dragus and Matitus not far from me.

I can’t smell anything, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t hiding here. Something is telling me I am in the

right spot. I just need to wait. After a few minutes, I see a figure amongst the trees. Running straight to

the border.

“Dragus, she is heading straight toward you,” I mindlink to Dragus. I catch a glimpse of her running and

my heart nearly stops. Her purple eyes glowing brightly.

“Aziza?” I whisper, shocked. I didn’t think anyone survived from that bloodline. I feel anger boil inside of

me. Of course, what a fucking coincidence that the very bloodline that started the war was the one

meant to end it. I watch her from the trees when she suddenly slows down, looking around her

surroundings.

I look at her angelic face and feel rage burn within. It can’t be, that’s not possible. I killed her myself,

watched that bitch die in my arms. The fates are fucking cruel. I chuckle to myself. She looks exactly

like her, a perfect reincarnation. Her black hair long like a veil hanging to her waist and then amethyst

eyes blazing brightly. Her plumb pouty lips quivering from the cold and the fact she is wet explains why

I couldn’t pick up her scent.

She keeps running until she suddenly runs straight into Dragus. She bounces off his chest and hits the

ground. She scrambles backwards, trying to get away from him. Her fear radiates out of her pores

before she stands, running into me before taking a step back. The closer she is, the more I see the

similarities. If I didn’t kill her myself, I would have thought they were the same person. How it angered

me that the fates would mate us to someone who is identical to the one I despise most.

My beast raging within me wanting nothing but to rip her to pieces. She is definitely the one we have

been looking for. I could sense it with every fibre in my body, but that didn’t stop my burning hatred for

her. History seems to be repeating itself, and no way was I letting her get away this time. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Grabbing her, I throw her, and she hits a tree. My anger fuels my instincts making me act impulsive. I

want blood, and I don't care that she is our mate, I want revenge. For what she did to us, what she did

to the Dragon kingdom.

She screams loudly as a stick goes through her hand. The noise leaving her lips is melodious and

sweet to my ears. I lose control as I advance on her again, grabbing her.

“You think you can run, think you can fucking leave me,” I scream in her face, and she cowers away

from me. That just angers me more as I wrap my hands around her throat before slamming her on the

ground. She is weak, not at all like her ancestors, she doesn’t have the same sense of entitlement, the

same fighting spirit.

Matitus tackles me to the ground, and I jump to my feet before punching him.

“Silas, stop, you will kill her.”

“That’s the fucking point, Matitus. That bitch destroyed us.”

“It’s not her, they aren’t the same,” he says, kicking me in the stomach. I growl loudly before kicking him

into a tree, the trunk splitting as I throw him against it. I walk back towards her, only this time she is

weakly clutching hold of Dragus.

I grab her, wanting nothing more than to break her like a twig.

“Let her go, Dragus,” I scream as he holds her tighter. I grip her hair, ripping her head back, making her

scream.

“Leave her Silas, she is barely conscious.”

“She sounds conscious enough, hand her over,” I tell him, but he doesn’t let go.

“Silas, she can’t take anymore, let her go now,” he demands.

“She should have thought about that before she ran from us. I will make sure she doesn’t fucking run

again.” I punch him when he doesn’t let go, making him stumble backwards. She will be lucky if I let her

walk again. How dare she think she can run from me?

I pull her to my chest before wrapping my arm around her neck. Her body is small against mine, yet so

warm as I feel my skin burn from her touch.

“Fucking Aziza’s thinking they can always get away with everything,” I growl to her as she struggles

against my firm grip.

I let her go, and she fell to the ground.

“Please, just kill me” she breathes out. Death would not come easily to her. If I kill her, it will be slow

and painful.

“Silas please no more,” I hear Matitus say, stalking towards me. I can feel their worry through the bond,

they have already grown attached to her. I let their feelings flood me. Willing myself not to complete the

task.

Kneeling beside her, I grip her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as I

stare at her hypnotic purple eyes. She was just as beautiful as her too; I loved that woman and she

destroyed me, and now the fates were cruel enough to bring her back. Yet I could sense they weren’t

the same. This girl was weaker, more fragile. There was a sense of purity about her.

“Run again and I will fucking kill you understood?”

“I won’t run,” she whispers, frightened, and I almost feel bad for hurting her. Picking her up, she goes

stiff like a board in my arms, her entire body tense. I pull her closer and after a few minutes she

relaxes, her head falling on my shoulder heavily as she goes limp in my arms.

“She needs blood Silas, I don’t even know how she is still alive,” Matitus says brushing her hair from

her face. A lump forms in my throat, making it hard to answer, so I nod. A sudden sense of guilt weighs

heavily on me. I had no intentions of hurting her. I was excited to finally have found her. But I wasn’t

prepared for her, wasn’t prepared for her to have the same face as the woman I despise so much. My

hatred for that wretched woman overpowered my rational thinking. Looking down at her bruised and

battered body in my arms, I know I fucked up.