Chapter 29 His Legend

**Sebastian**

I expected her to be stunned or confused by the inquiry, but she didn’t. She seemed to be well prepared for whatever I was going to tell her, or to be more exact, she longed for it.

“Yes, Mr. Drakos.” She nodded grimly, beholding me through her tranquil violet eyes, which obviously should not belong to regular human beings.

*Are you ready for the truth?*

Ironically, I didn’t only put the question to her, but also to myself.

For all these years, I had been craving for the truth behind it. But when voracious humans came to me with their hilarious tattoos, claiming to be the one cursed by sorcery, I wasn’t actually pissed off, but relieved, relieved from confronting the truth behind my unwanted birth as a cursed hybrid.

They feared me for being more powerful than any of them in the kingdom, I supposed that even included my father, the reverent but reclusive Dragon King, Orion Drakos. The only scandal in his life which had irreversibly tinted his once-flawless reputation was me and my mother.

My mother, Christine Drakos, despite the fact that no one knew who actually she was, where she came from or disappeared to, everyone loathed her and resented her for seducing my father and ravaging the kingdom. As I had been educated so, loads of his fellow dragons were slaughtered by my sorceress mother with an evil intention to dig out the secret source of power being blessed to dragons.

But how was that possible? No one told me.

Before the war between supernatural creatures and humans began, mother had disappeared into no where and left me behind to the dragons. Father, though his eyes had clearly exuded a light of hatred and fear in front of me, had a complicated feeling to my mother.

Being fickle and dissipated enough, he had always kept rambling about my mother when he was half-seas-over. He once even said that she was the only woman he had ever loved. Though I very doubted it, I knew he never gave up looking for my mother.

“She must be an old woman now,” he once exclaimed with a heavy sigh.

When he said it to me, I didn’t quite sure what kind of answer he was expecting from me. It had always been a solid truth that humans were not immortal creature like dragons.

“You are very much like your mother, Seb.” He then laughed at my silence and slurred, tongue whirling with alcohol.

I wasn’t intended to talk with him about mother that day, so I pursed my lips into a scowl, staring coldly at him. In fact, I had never wanted to discuss about my mother with him and he had always forbidden us to mention her name in public, as he considered her as such a shame in his noble life.

Father huffed with a cynical smile, “Don’t put on that face, Seb, you know I love your mother. She’s the only girl I had brought back here. I wanted to succeed my crown, but...”

“But what?” I sneered, “But my mother was an accused culprit that you had confined in the caged for all those years until she escaped? If that’s what you call love.”

“She lied to me! She killed my mates! All of them vanished into darkness without any traces.” Father suddenly growled with comeback, eyes flaring wide in rage.

I didn’t reply. When the incident happened, as they said so, I hadn’t been old enough to keep any memories.

“She’s a witch, a fucking witch!” His chest violently as he turned to me and bellowed, “you inherit the demonic power from her! Evil humans made contracts with venoms from abyss” His voice trailed off when he mentioned “abyss”. I caught the trace of timidity flashing behind his eyes before he quickly blinked it away.

“That’s why you helped the wolves?” I questioned sarcastically.

“I helped no one! It’s a Revenge!” He retorted hastily, “A tit-for-tat.”

“Including the innocent?” I snorted.

“They hided away! The evils. That was a mistake!” He closed his eyes, brows furrowed into a crease, head dropping back as though being mournful.

“If only we knew that was a plot,” he let out a deep high before muttering to himself.

He didn’t say anything else that day but in a few weeks, he called me over to his office and tell me the prophecy and the cursed mark. Though he claimed that he thought I would want to find the truth, and perhaps, find my mother, I knew he wanted to see her again, no matter out of love or hatred, he wanted to reunite with his old feelings since his health started deteriorating quickly after the conversation.

Fellow dragons had rumored that it’s a curse my mother left with him to topple his regime, and many of them prepared to stage a coup. I supposed that’s also why he urged me to find mother’s tribe and get everything clarified as soon as possible. The kingdom was in need of a new king, and he considered me.

Although I had no intention to rule over the dragons, I did hope to know the truth. But along with the investigation, I hadn’t anticipated it to be complicated like this.

Father told me that there’s a prophecy, saying the key would be a girl with a peculiar mark, which enabled her to connect to the witchy world.

And the girl was now right in front of me, contemplating me silently with caution.

Her face scrunched in confusion as she hesitated, licking her delicate lips nervously but in a rather attractive way, and asked, “Are you going back on your promise?”

“No,” I huffed an answer briefly.

She heaved in a silent relief, cheeks glowing with hope and expectation.

As much as I wanted to deny, I had to admit that she did attract me, a lot. When she squirmed within my hug, moaning under the caress of my lips and fingers, the imagery inside my head of her crying for climax while straddling on my lap made my balls swell so hard.

I had a hard time holding back the lust for fucking her raw while my finger delved into her soaked pants. But I didn’t want to entangle myself with a sorceress and then regret for not suppressing my animalistic desire, like my father had done.

“You will get what you want, Ms. Davis.” I swallowed away the dryness caused by the tempt and spoke with an authoritative voice, “but there’s an easier way for both of us to dig out what we desired.”

“What do you mean by these?” She frowned, brows dimpling in the middle.

Her body tensed up when I stepped closer to her again, resting my chin on her shoulder. The scent on her body was intoxicatingly delightful, fresh and overwhelming. I had the impulse to press her tightly against my chest and kiss her everywhere, giving myself an adrenaline rush.

But I just sucked in an intake of her and kissed her earlobe briskly, feeling her shuddered in this closeness.

“Everything you want to find out is in the Red Moon Pack,” I cooed a whisper, thumb circling around the redness I left on her neck, “And you know how to get it, as the Alpha’s mate.”

She stumbled back as her breaths disoriented in astonishment.