Chapter 11
Kael’s sword cut through the air straight toward Vaelor’s shoulder.
I moved without thinking, stepping fully between them. My soft body was completely exposed under the moonlight, silk hanging loose around my hips, heavy breasts rising and falling fast. My round belly brushed Vaelor’s arm as I planted my feet. The magic inside me flared so bright it lit the slope in golden waves.
“Stop!” I screamed.
The blade froze mid-swing. Not because of any spell I cast on purpose, but because Kael pulled back at the last second. His eyes met mine, wide with shock and something raw I had never seen in my brother before — fear mixed with heartbreak.
“Sera,” he said, voice cracking. “You would protect him? Over your own blood?”
Vaelor’s hand found my waist instantly, pulling me back against his chest. His palm spread wide over the generous curve of my belly again, fingers sinking deep into the soft warmth there. The touch was protective, but it was also reverent, like he was drawing strength from every roll and fold. “She protects what she chooses,” he said quietly, breath warm against my ear. “And she is choosing herself tonight.”
I leaned into him, feeling the steady thrum of his heart against my back. My thick thighs pressed together, trembling from the cold and the fear and the strange new power humming under my skin. “Kael, I am not choosing him over you,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I am choosing to stop pretending I am less than I am. You and Mother made me feel like this body was a mistake I had to fix every single day. He never once asked me to change it. He holds it like it is something holy.”
Kael lowered his sword a fraction, but his grip stayed white-knuckled. The soldiers behind him shifted uneasily, torches flickering across their uncertain faces. “You think this is love? He kidnapped you. He keeps you in a cave like some shiny trinket. Mother is sick with worry. She can barely get out of bed. All because you disappeared into the night with a monster.”
The guilt hit me like a physical blow. I felt my soft belly tighten under Vaelor’s hand, but he only stroked it slower, thumb tracing gentle circles that sent warm sparks through the magic still glowing faintly on my skin. “I never wanted to hurt her,” I whispered. “But I was hurting every day before this. Hiding. Shrinking. Pretending I did not want to be touched or seen or wanted exactly as I am. You never asked me how I felt. You only told me how I looked.”
Vaelor’s other arm came around me, careful of his own bleeding wound. He kissed the side of my neck, lips brushing my skin with quiet tenderness. “She does not have to explain her worth to anyone,” he murmured, loud enough for Kael to hear. “This belly that rests so beautifully in my palm? It will one day carry life. These hips that fill my hands perfectly? They ground her like nothing else could. Every curve you called too much is exactly what called me awake after centuries of sleep.”
Kael’s face twisted with anger and confusion. “Enough of your lies. Men, take her. Now.”
Three soldiers rushed forward. Vaelor moved to meet them, but I felt him hesitate, trying not to kill anyone who mattered to me. A sword grazed his already injured side. He grunted in pain but kept me shielded.
The magic surged again, hotter and brighter. I lifted both hands. Golden light burst outward in a wide arc, not violent but firm, pushing the soldiers back several feet without hurting them. They landed on their backs, stunned but unharmed.
Kael stared at me as if I had grown another head. “You are using his power against us?”
“No,” I said, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I am using my own. And it only woke up because someone finally made me feel safe enough to stop hiding it.”
Vaelor’s hand slid lower, cupping the full weight of my hip, squeezing the plush flesh with open need. The touch anchored me. It reminded me that every soft inch of me was wanted right now, in the middle of this nightmare. “Feel that strength inside you,” he whispered for my ears alone. “It lives in the same body you were taught to hate. Let it grow, my treasure. You do not have to fight alone.”
Kael took a step closer, sword hanging at his side now. His voice dropped, almost pleading. “Sera… please. Come home. We can fix this. Mother needs you. I need you. We are your family.”
The words pulled at the deepest part of me. Family. The people who had raised me, flawed and painful as they were. My throat closed. I felt torn in two — one half aching to run to my brother and beg him to understand, the other half pressed desperately against the dragon whose touch made me feel whole for the first time in my life.
Vaelor sensed the war inside me. His fingers traced the underside of my belly again, slow and soothing, feeding the golden glow that still shimmered across my skin. “I will never force your choice,” he said softly. “But I will never stop reminding you what you are worth.”
Kael raised his sword once more, eyes glistening. “Last chance, little sister. Come with us or we take you.”
The soldiers reformed their line, weapons ready.
Vaelor’s body tensed around mine, ready to fight again despite the blood still running down his side.
I stood between them, soft curves pressed against hard scale, magic flickering uncertainly in my veins, heart splitting down the middle.
And in that terrible silence I realized the truth that hurt most of all:
No matter what I chose in the next few seconds, someone I loved was going to walk away broken.
The mountain waited.