Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Chapter 49

My heart rate picked up when he moved. He stood up moving in front of me before kneeling down. His

hands go to my knees, but I shove them off and he runs his hand through his hair. He looked tired.

“What do you want, Silas?” I ask climbing back in bed and pulling the covers up. He gets up sitting on

the bed beside me. “My mates hate me,” he says, placing his head in his hands. I almost felt bad for

him, almost. He looked defeated, but he did it to himself and would get no sympathy from me.

Rolling over, I turn my back on him, intending to ignore him. Like what did he expect? For me to feel

sorry for him.

“Elora, please don’t turn away from me,” he says, rolling me onto my back.

“Why are you here? If it is to make me feel bad for you. I don’t,” I tell him.

“I want things to go back to how they were”

“Are you going to give my magic back?” I ask.

“No, you know I can’t.”

“Then get out. You made your decision, which in turn makes mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Silas. I won’t be with you” A growl erupts from him before he grabs me.

“You are ours Elora, this doesn’t change that,” he says, yanking me onto his lap. I push off his chest,

but his grip only tightens. Silas grabs my hair, ripping my head back a menacing growl escaping him

before he sinks his teeth into my neck making me scream. His bite hurt, blood running down my neck

and over my shoulder as his teeth razored through my flesh.

Pulling back, I was left shaken as I stumbled off his lap, my legs shaking as I tried to create some

distance between us, my entire body burning from his bite, making me feel sick. Silas gets up off the

bed stalking towards me before roughly pulling me forward and swiping my hair off my shoulder which

was now drenched in my blood.

“I don’t understand, why didn’t it work?” he growls.

I couldn’t feel anything but pain radiating through my neck from his bite.

“You actually thought you could remark me?” I scoff. Silas grip tightening as he glares down at me

before I find myself slammed against the wall, his hands around my throat in warning but not tight

enough to affect my breathing. I could see him trying to regain control of himself, trying not to kill me.

“Go on, do it, do it Silas. Kill me at least I will be rid of you,” I spit at him, no longer afraid of death. If it

were my only chance at freedom, I would take it. He has proven to me time and time again he doesn’t

care for me, only cares for what I can do for him.

Silas lets go, stepping back his eyes softening, and I wondered what he was thinking when he

suddenly dropped to the ground leaning against the side of my bed placing his head in his hands.

“I don’t know what to do” I hear him whisper and if it weren’t for my heightened hearing, I wouldn’t have

heard him.

“Do you feel nothing for us?” he asks, and I bite down on my tongue, willing myself not to answer.

Sweat beading on my neck and I feel my nausea build in my stomach. Silas looks up when I don’t

answer.

“You can’t lie?” he says, cocking his head to the side, watching me struggle with not answering when

he suddenly gets up moving toward me. He grips my chin forcing me to look up at him.

“Do you feel nothing for me?” he asks again, watching me carefully.

“I feel a lot of things for you Silas, all of you” I answered feeling the urge lift once the words left my lips

like I could finally breathe again.

“Do you love me?” he asks, the urge rolling over me again. Did I? After everything he has done it

seemed unreasonable that I would, yet I was lying to myself thinking I didn’t.

“Yes, despite everything you have done I still fucking love you, but I hate you just as much.”

He kisses me, his lips crashing against mine urgently, but I use all my strength to shove him off. Silas

steps forward trying to reach for me, but I step away from him.

“No, you don’t get to destroy me then keep me. That’s not what love is Silas” I snap at him. His eyes go

to the ceiling as he looks up, running his hands through his hair before gripping his hair in what I Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

assume is frustration.

Suddenly the door opens and Matitus rushes in before freezing. “Silas,” he says, making him look at

him. Silas doesn’t say a word, just walks out. Matitus looks over at me, before biting into his wrist and

offering it to me. I shake my head and Matitus steps forward.

“No, I am fine. Just get out,” I tell him.

“Elora…”

“No Matitus just leave, please I am tired. I don’t want to deal with this shit right now” Matitus looks hurt

but nods before leaving. Walking into the bathroom, I grab a face washer and wet it before cleaning the

blood off my neck. My hands shaking and I flinch, the skin red and tender to touch. Once I am done, I

climb in bed. I knew I couldn’t stay here anymore and first chance I get I am leaving. Rather be on the

run then stuck here, forced to live like this. Forced to endure him.

Falling into a dreamless sleep, I wake early from an overwhelming urge coiling in my stomach. Ripping

the blanket back, I run for the bathroom but barely make it in time as I puke. Spew going half in the

toilet and the rest on the floor. I continued throwing up violently. My entire body retching until my

stomach was completely empty. Getting up, I flush the toilet before grabbing a towel and cleaning up

the mess on the floor. Stripping my clothes off, I step under the shower while grabbing my toothbrush

so I could rid the taste from my mouth.

The shower helped a little, but I felt weird today. Different, my entire body felt exhausted. Every muscle

ached like I ran a marathon. Washing my hair soap got on my bite mark from Silas making it burn

badly. Hopping out of the shower, I wrapped a fresh towel around myself before looking in the mirror,

my entire neck had turned black where he bit me. Black like tar spreading down my neck and across

my shoulder, the veins clearly visible under my skin which was oddly pale almost see through. Black

veins spread from his bite like I had been poisoned from it.

Even turning my neck hurt. Chucking some clothes on, I go in search of Abbie and Marian finding them

in the kitchen. They take one look at me before rushing over worried.

“What the hell happened to you? What happened to your neck?” Abigail asks worried.

“Silas tried to remark me, I think it is making me sick,” I tell her, suddenly feeling lightheaded just from

walking the short distance from my room to the kitchen.

“Let me try to heal you,” she says, dragging me into the pantry and closing the door. I could see the

concentration on her face as she placed her hand against my neck and shoulder.

Abigail pulls her hands back looking at them. “Why isn’t it working?” she asks, looking at Marian.

“Fucking stupid oversized fire breathing lizard” Marian spits angrily.

I sat down on the floor not able to stand anymore. My entire body felt hot like I was running a fever. The

room was warping and pulsating and even though I was on the ground, I felt like I was falling. My head

became heavy and each time I blink the darkness on the edge of my vision slowly consumed me.

“Abbie, I don’t feel good” I tried to say but I wasn’t sure she heard me when I suddenly lost all feeling

and consciousness.