Chapter 101: Give her time.
Mixed POV
“I don’t know where to start, Lycan King.”
Raphael watched Drogon closely. The man—if he could even be called tha, stood before him with an unreadable expression, his golden-red eyes distant, heavy with things left unsaid.
He looked forlorn and lost, as if he had already lived a thousand lifetimes and was weary of every single one.
Raphael sighed. “I don’t know about your story, but those two…” His gaze flickered toward Gwen and Anastasia. “They fought to be together against societal standards. They are the first of their kind.”
“I know,” Drogon murmured. “I know.”
Raphael could hear the ache in his voice, the burden of something deeply personal. Drogon reminded him so much of himself.
Drogon’s jaw tightened. “It just hurts,” he admitted, voice rough. “To know that someone you’ve once spent all your years with, bonded with… could wake up one day and just forget you.”
" But that knowledge didn’t make it any less painful. Knowing didn’t erase the hurt."
A cold silence settled between them.
Raphael thought about how he would let that to happen between him and Ava. He will never let Ava forget him. Never. If he had leech on her, he will do it.
With decision made in his mind. Raphael decided to shift the conversation. Thinking it would help the sad guy next to him.
“Can you really heal my mate?” Raphael's voice was sharper now, edged with something dangerous. If Drogon could, then Raphael would give him anything. Anything.
“Yes, and no.”
Raphael arched a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I can help you locate her body and get it back. And I know the people to take you to—the ones who can heal her.”
Something inside Raphael cracked open at those words. My Ava. She was coming back to me, soon.
He tried not to hope, but the feeling budded through him anyway, raw and consuming. He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.
“Lycan King.” Drogon was looking at him now. " If she comes back and she decides to leave, let her go."
" No." I will never do that. Raphael thought. Ava is mine. She is my light. Imagine being told to let go of your light. " No, I will never do that." He growls out.
" If you love her, you will."
Raphael narrowed his gaze. They were the same height. He had never met anyone who could match him like that.
It was… interesting to him. But he didn't like his words at all.
Grey stirred inside him, displeased.
'Don’t compare me to that fireball,' the beast growled.
Raphael smirked slightly. “What’s with you, my beast?”
“It’s a long story.” That answer again.
Raphael exhaled, nodding. Fine. For now. I will him be. After I have Ava back, I will give him a piece of my mind.
“How do we retrieve Ava’s body?” Raphael asked. “Do you know where it was taken?”
“Yes.” Such a curt reply. He sounded distracted, his eyes looking somewhere else.
Raphael followed his gaze, realizing Drogon wasn’t looking at him anymore. His attention had shifted—to Gwen and Anastasia.
They stood in the hallway, kissing passionately. Almost as though, they couldn't have enough of each other.
The reaction from the passing maids and guards was immediate.
Disgust. Judgment. Scorn.
"So disgusting!" One said.
"Are they not ashamed of themselves?!" Another whispered, looking triggered and disgusted
One of them even spat in their direction.
Drogon’s expression darkened. Raphael knew from his expression that he would attack them, if they said one more word.
“Lycan King, your people are very judgmental,” he said flatly.
Then, without another word, he walked toward them, stopping just beside Gwen and Anastasia. He said nothing. He just… gazed at them.
His black robes barely moved, but there was something otherworldly about the way he stood, his golden-red eyes burning with emotion.
He looked like he didn’t belong in this world. Gwen and Anastasia finally pulled apart. Gwen’s eyes found Drogon. Pain flashed through them.
“Why are you here?” she asked quietly. Anastasia stiffened.
“To protect you,” Drogon said simply. “Don’t worry about me. Continue with your business.”
But he didn’t move. Didn’t stop looking at her. Gwen shifted uncomfortably.
“Stay away from us,” Anastasia said coldly, stepping between them, pushing Gwen behind her.
Drogon’s hand shot out, grabbing Gwen’s wrist.
Anastasia grabbed the other.
They both pulled.
Gwen’s face twisted with distress. Her lips trembled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Raphael had seen enough. His mate came first. Not this madness. These people were needed to heal Ava.
“When can we start searching for Ava?” he asked loudly, stepping forward from the shadows.
The entire hallway froze.
The guards and maids scattered like frightened rats, their whispers dying instantly. Raphael would deal with them later. Nosey brats.
“I can trace her,” Drogon said calmly, still not letting go of Gwen. “With the dragon fire inside her.”
A sudden tremor ran through Gwen’s body. She pressed her legs together, a soft moan slipping past her lips.
Her wide, tearful eyes snapped to Drogon.
“It’s starting again,” she whispered, voice filled with pain. “And it’s worse. Drogon… help me.”
Anastasia paled, and dropped her hand. “Gwen, what’s wrong?” She reached for her again but Gwen recoiled.
Anastasia’s face shattered.
Gwen’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry, Ana,” she choked out. “It hurts.”
Drogon didn’t let her finish.
He lifted her into his arms and walked away.
Anastasia’s breath hitched. “Where are you taking her?” she demanded.
Drogon didn’t even look back. “None of your business.”
Then he disappeared down the corridor.
Anastasia moved to follow... But Raphael's voice stopped her.
“Give her time.”
Raphael’s voice was calm, but firm.
“She will come to you,” he said simply.
Then he, too, turned and walked away.
Anastasia remained frozen in the middle of the hallway, looking dazed and lost.
All, she could think about was how she had lost Gwen. She stumbled across the hallway. Just moving aimlessly.
A troop member that had fought with during the war rushed towards her when he saw how pale she looked.
" General, are you alright?" He asked, trying his best to shield her from onlookers.
She looks at him lifelessly, her mind scattered.
" Yes." If it was on a usual day, Anastasia will not even gaze at him. Talk more to reply so the soldier was surprised.
As she tried to manoeuver her way around him, he stops her. " You don't look good, general."
" I am, soldier. You can leave." Her voice was hard. A shadow caught her attention and it was no other than Drogon looking at her darkly.
" She wants you." Doesn't give a second before disappearing with her in his arms.
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