Chapter 120: It's here again.
Gwen's POV
It had been over three weeks since my last heat, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I’d been... happy. Genuinely, peacefully happy. Taking care of Princess Allora had given me something to focus on, something steady. Something that wasn’t him.
However, my joy was short-lived. The heat. It's here again. It was hard to move.
My body felt heavy, hot, like I was trapped under something I couldn't shake off the burn.
My fingers dug into the edge of the bed as I tried to stay upright. Allora was still asleep, her breathing soft and steady. I didn't want to wake her, not like this. Not while I was falling apart.
The pain was getting worse. It spread through my body like a wild fire under my skin. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming, but a small sound escaped anyway.
My head dropped, pressing against the mattress. I hated this. I hated how weak it made me. How much it reminded me of him. I will not accept this bond. I will not betray Anastasia.
I don't want this bond. I don't want this heat. I didn't want to feel this way. However, it seems my rejection of the bond fueled the flames of my desires more as my nipples hardened against the soft linen gown.
Just a little touch could calm this. Drogon could fix this. No. I won't allow myself to this way not when Anastasia was still standing just outside the room.
She had been nothing but patient. Nothing but calm. And that calmness, that quiet kindness, was breaking me. Because it wasn't normal. It wasn't like her. It felt like distance. Like silence before a goodbye.
She hadn't said a word about Drogon. Not since the bond revealed itself. Not since the truth was laid bare. She didn't yell. She didn't cry. She just... stayed. Quiet. Steady.
And that scared me more than anything.
The heat built higher again than before, it dug at my lower abdomen and vagina almost as though wanting to push something out.
It was brutal, and I cried out unable to hold it all in again. The sound of my voice broke the silence in the bed chamber and I couldn't help as I called out for Anastasia softly.
I didn't mean to call for her. I didn't mean for her to see me like this again. But it was too late. I called louder. Needing her strength before I am torn apart. I didn't want to leave her behind without saying my goodbyes to her.
Just in case I die from this monstrous pain inside me. It was moving again... Always biting at my abdomen even my ass hole was left alone. I don't know what this is but it's killing me.
"Anastasia!" I yelled as I felt hot flames lick through my lower belly contracting tightly together and my core burned. It felt like flames. For a minute I thought I would combust.
"Anastasia!" I cried again. She was through the door in seconds, this time.
Her armor clanged as she dropped to her knees beside me, eyes wide with fear. She reached for me, her hands trembling.
"Gwen! What is it? What's wrong?"
I shook my head. I didn't want to tell her. I couldn't tell her. Tears were falling fast now, and I couldn't stop them.
"Go... please, just go, ignore my calls," I whispered.
But she didn't move. She wrapped her arms around me, trying to keep my trembling form steady.
"Tell me how to help," she begged, her voice cracking. "P-please, Gwen. I can't stand seeing you like this. Just tell me. I'll do anything. Please, I will do anything, I promise." She knows. She knows what I needed.
That's why she kept saying she would do anything and because she knew, made me more determined not to say anything.
The flames licked through my core again, and I couldn't speak. It was too much pain. The shame was worse, as I started grinding my lower body against her knees.
I didn't want her to see me like this. Not like this.
She pressed her forehead to mine, tears running down her cheeks. "I can't... I can't watch you suffer. Please, say something my love."
I wanted to tell her the truth. That the heat would only get worse. That I couldn't stop it. That the only one who could help me was the last person I wanted to see. That I didn't want to lose her.
But I stayed silent. Because I knew what asking her would mean.
She pulled back suddenly. Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw something in them. She has made a decision. She stood quickly, her boots hitting the floor hard as she turned and ran.
She was going to find him.
Drogon.
I curled in on myself, arms wrapped around my middle. Allora moaned faintly in her sleep, but didn't wake. I bit my lip again, trying to stay quiet, trying not to cry out.
The heat was burning through me now. A storm I couldn't stop. My skin felt too hot, my body too sensitive. Every inch of me ached with need, a need I hated, a need I didn't ask for.
I thought I could fight it. I thought if I just stayed still, if I just held on long enough, it would pass. But I was wrong.
Minutes passed, or maybe hours. Time stopped meaning anything. All I knew was pain. Heat. Shame. I had nothing left in me to fight.
Then the door opened again.
Footsteps. Two sets.
I couldn't lift my head. I didn't want to.
But I felt him before I heard him.
"Gwen."
His voice was deep, calm, and far too familiar because my body reacted instantly, traitorously, to the sound. My skin flushed hotter, and a sob escaped before I could hold it back.
I hated this. Hated that he had this power over me. I heard Anastasia speak, her voice low and tight.
"Help her. Please. I know you can."
She was crying. I could hear it in every word.
Drogon moved closer. I felt his presence settle over me like a warm shadow. His hand drew near my shoulder, but he didn't touch me.
"Do I have your permission?" he asked quietly, asking both me and her.
There was silence. Then, a broken "yes, please. Save her from this agony."
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over again. I couldn't stop them.
He came closer, looked at me, I didn't see him but I could feel his eyes. For seconds, he just stood there. Not saying anything or doing anything.
"Why are you so stubborn, my little witch? Do you want to kill both of us?"
"What?"
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