Chapter 134: Rest now, my love.

~Gwen's POV ~

The next morning, I woke early and went straight to check on Drogon. He was awake, sitting up in bed while a healer removed his bandages.

“Gwen,” he said, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw me. The way he said my name made my heart skip.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, hovering by the doorway, suddenly nervous.

“Better. The ritual worked.” He dismissed the healer with a nod, and we were alone. “Come closer. I won’t bite.”

He always said that. Of course I knew he wouldn’t bite, I was just scared of jumping him.

I approached his bed slowly. “You scared me yesterday.”

“I know. I felt your fear.” He reached for my hand, and I let him take it. “You remembered something, didn’t you? When I fell?”

I nodded. “Not exactly memories… more like feelings. Like I’d lost you before, and I couldn’t bear it happening again.”

His eyes softened. “Those are memories of Arabelle. Your soul remembers, even if your mind doesn’t.”

“But I’m Gwen now,” I said firmly...more to myself than to him. “I’m married to Ana. And I love her.”

“I know,” he said, surprising me. “And I’d never ask you to leave her. That’s not what this is about.”

“Then what is it about?” My voice cracked. “Because I’m confused and scared and I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Drogon sighed. “The prophecy says the mate of the sacred beast will help restore balance. That’s why I was bound to this palace, waiting for her. I never thought I would be meeting you again. That was until I saw you with Ava. So different." He paused and then said. "We’ll figure it out, Gwen.”

I sat on the edge of his bed, relief washing over me, though I didn’t fully understand his first words. I was still glad, he wasn't mad or asking me to choose between him and Anastasia.

“So what does it mean for us now?” I want to know, if I could return to my normal life with Anastasia and Ava.

“It means we work together. Your power and Ava’s combined can stop what’s coming.” His expression grew serious. “ The dark one is gathering forces, Gwen. The ritual yesterday was needed to stabilize Raphael. Everything depends on him. Both he and Grey cannot fail, or the three realms will fall.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Ever since Grey crossed into this realm, the wars of the third realm bled into the other two.”

“So the beast is the problem?” I needed to know. If he was… I didn’t want him anywhere near my friend.

“No. Grey is not the problem. He’s actually the saviour. He was denied everything that was due to him. That rejection led to the war that imprisoned him. He escaped, and ended up in Raphael’s body.”

“So… you’re saying he’s not to be blamed?” But even as I said it, I felt the all-too-familiar tingling. Damn it. Not now.

That horrid thing was coming again.

I tried not to look distressed. This wasn’t the time to think of intimacy, but Drogon had said the heat wouldn’t stop unless I bore his child.

So how was I not supposed to be with him? How was I supposed not to feel guilty?

“Are you alright?” he asked, noticing my silence.

“Yes. I’m sorry, what did you say?” But now it was Drogon who wasn’t hearing me; he was sniffing the air.

“Your mini-heats end today, little one,” he said softly. “I can smell you. After this, you’ll enter a full-blown heat. Fourteen days.” he stated counting his fingers.

“What?!” I jumped from the bed. “How am I supposed to survive that?” I cried.

“You don’t need to worry. Your body’s been preparing you. That’s why you’ve wanted to mate with me for the past two months. After your full heat, your body will rest to see if my seed takes root.”

“What if it doesn’t?” My voice cracked. “What if I… can’t?” Will continue suffering the heats until I do.

He understood. “Then the cycle will continue. Mini-heats. Then another fourteen days. Again and again, until you carry my child.”

“Why me?” It was all I could manage. Why me? Why couldn’t I just live the life I had with Anastasia?

“Everything has consequences, Gwen. This is your sacrifice for helping Ava. You found my body because you locked it away. Seeing me reawakened the dormant mate bond. Didn’t your Mother Earth warn you?”

There was anger in his voice. The first time he’d spoken to me that way.

Why was he angry? I was the one losing everything.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Drogon,” I whispered. I needed assurance, anything to ground me, to tell me I wasn’t a terrible person. Guilt digged at me over this pull I felt toward him, and Ana.

He just stared. Like I was speaking gibberish.

And still, my need to climb on him; to grind against him, was sickening to me.

“You’re just going to stay silent?” My voice came out breathy and small. I knew he could smell my arousal, my lust, everything I didn’t want him to know.

“You need me right now, Gwen. Yet you keep denying your body, me, and even Anastasia this. I’ve tried to explain, I won’t force you. All I ask is to stay by your side, to take care of you… in any way you want. But even that, you reject. So tell me, what do you want from me, little one?”

He sounded so… tired. And it broke me to know I was the reason why.

“Why don’t you understand me?” My eyes burned.

“But I do, my love. I understand you. It’s you who doesn’t want to give me a chance.” He looked away. “You should leave. I apologize. In my current state, if you stay… with your arousal so strong in the air… I might not be able to control myself.”

He turned his back to me.

Had I pushed him too far?

I tried to move, but the friction between my legs made me moan. Loudly.

“Ahhh… Drogon… help,” I whimpered. The pain. The sensation. It was too much.

He was beside me in an instant, lifting me from the ground. His robe fell. And… gods above, it made my entire body sing.

I grabbed his face and crushed my lips to his. At first, he didn’t respond, and I began to pull away.

But we collapsed onto the bed. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” he growled. His eyes glowed, gold and red, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“I will not touch you, Gwen. I won’t let you hate yourself again.”

He forced my
mouth open, and dropped something onto my tongue. A pill. Bitter.

“Rest now, my love.” Darkness took me.
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