Chapter 85: She won't die
Gwen’s POV
The dream is so vivid, so real, that I feel it in my bones.
Laughter, that sounded like mine, bouncing off the tall trees surrounding us. The scent of firewood and roasted meat drifts through the air, mixing with the cool night breeze.
I see him. Drogon, sitting across from me, his golden-red eyes gleaming in the firelight. There’s something impossibly warm about this moment. Something familiar.
I reach for a piece of meat he just cooked over the open flame, and he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
"Impatient as always," he murmurs, his voice rich with amusement.
I pout, pretending to be annoyed, but I take a bite anyway. The taste is perfect, savory, smoky, exactly how I like it. My heart feels light, unburdened. I don’t remember a time I ever felt this happy, this safe and complete.
He watches me with a strange expression,like he’s memorizing this moment, burning it into his soul. My stomach flips.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask softly.
Drogon doesn’t answer. He only smiles. A wicked sweet smile at the same time that had me captivated.
Something about that smile makes my chest tighten, a sharp pang deep in my ribs. Like I should remember something. Like I already do.
But before I can grasp its meaning. I woke up.
My breath is uneven, my body warm and tangled in something solid. Something strong.
Drogon.
His arm is wrapped around my waist, his body pressed against mine, his warmth seeping into me like a second skin.
He’s still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, his face so close that I can see the way his gold lashes rest against his skin.
Gods, he’s beautiful.
The thought comes unbidden, and I hate myself for it.
I hate that I notice how perfectly sculpted his jaw is, how his lips are slightly parted, how his hair falls in thick, golden waves over his forehead like his beautiful eyes.
He looks... peaceful. Less like the intense, dominant being who consumed me whole last night and more like…
Anastasia.
Her face flashes in my mind like a slap. Her smile. Her voice. Her endless patience and kindness. The way she’s waiting for me to come home.
Guilt creep through me so violently that I feel sick.
What have I done?
I clutch the sheets, my stomach twisting in knots. The worst part? It’s not just guilt I feel.
It’s longing.
Because even though I know what I did was wrong, even though I know I should regret every second of it, I don’t.
I want more.
I hate myself for that truth. But it doesn’t make it any less real.
I close my eyes, swallowing hard, trying to push it all away. The dream. The warmth of his body. The shame. The hunger that still roars between my thighs.
Focus. Focus on something else.
Then it hits me.
Drogon never told me his name.
Not once.
I just knew it. I called him that, and he answered without hesitation.
How?
I turn my head slightly, staring at his face again. My fingers itch to touch him, to smooth over the sharp angles of his cheekbone, to trace the lips that had set me on fire.
Instead, I pull away.
I need space. I need answers.
I need to stop wanting him. I stood up and began wandering through his room that I had never stepped out of.
The dinner is quiet. Too quiet.
Drogon sits across from me, tearing a piece of meat with his teeth, watching me like he can hear every thought running through my mind.
I shift in my seat, pushing my food around my plate. My body still aches from last night, a reminder of what happened. Of how desperately I begged for him.
I need a distraction.
"Ava," I say suddenly, breaking the silence. "How do we save her?"
Drogon pauses mid-bite, his golden-red eyes narrowing slightly before he places the meat down.
"She won’t die," he says simply.
I frown. "How do you know that?"
"She has half of my eternal flame, the goddess’s blessing, and Raphael’s protection," he says, voice even. "She is not easy to kill."
I exhale, relieved but still uneasy. Ava was fighting her own battle, one I couldn’t help her with. Just like Anastasia was waiting for me, oblivious to the fact that I had betrayed her in the worst possible way.
My chest tightens again. I need to go home. I need to leave before I do something even worse. Like sleeping with him and begging him to use his cock like my body wants.
I started feeling the signs of the slow burn that always get out of hand after awhile and I knew I needed to get out of here.
I hesitate, then finally look him in the eye. "Drogon, when can I leave? Anastasia is waiting for me."
His expression shifts in an instant.
The warmth in his gaze turns cold. His jaw clenches, his entire body going rigid.
Then, he says it.
"You were mine first."
My breath catches. My heart slams against my ribs.
"What?" My voice is barely above a whisper.
Drogon’s eyes flash, but in the next second, he looks away, his expression smoothing out like he didn’t just say something that made my stomach twist painfully.
"You are my mate," he says, tone casual, like it means nothing. Like it explains everything.
Mate.
That word shouldn’t make my skin tingle. It shouldn’t make my heart pound. But it does.
I stare at him, searching for something in his face. A lie. A joke. Anything.
But he doesn’t meet my eyes.
Instead, he stands, walking toward the fire, his back to me.
"Eat," he says, as if that’s the end of it. "You need your strength. It's going to start again soon.” I don’t move. Because I knew what he was saying.
“ What causes the heat?” I asked softly. I was genuinely curious.
“ It's because you belong to me.” That didn't answer my question. He sees my gaze and he sighs.
“ It has always been that way. Once I spread my scent on you, it will stop.”
“ What do you mean by that?” Now, I was genuinely scared.
“ It's called a cycle. A female cycle that happens with female dragons with mates.” he pauses to see if I understand.
“ And?”
” Because you are my mate, you will have it worse because your body isn't built like our females.” That didn't help.
“ You are actually experiencing the first stage. It will become worse in two weeks if I don't mate with you then. And no matter who mates with you, it won't stop the heat or give you relief. Only I can.”
Mother earth. For a moment I felt like crying. “ Why am I experiencing all this, all of a sudden?” I truly want to understand.
“ Simple. You came to me and triggered the dormant bond.” Meaning coming here fueled everything.
“ I would have been happy with Ana, if I didn't come here. I caused everything.” I choked out.
He strode towards me and then pulled me up. Wiping my tears. “ Either you came here or not, I would have done the findings.”
I didn't doubt him one bit. Why, though? Why would he ruin both our lives just because of a mate bond?
“ Because my life is already ruined.”
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