The Alpha's Dragon

Chapter Three

Newt

It’s been three days since the wolves came. Since everything that happened with Tide. I still had a fairly large bruise on my back from being thrown into the wall. Whelps don’t heal as wolves do. Dragonborn are lucky, they can only be cut by certain blades or with a lot of force. Normally Drakania would heal me but since she’s been unconscious I’ll have to handle things on my own.

“None of this would have happened if I had gotten to you in time,” I whispered to myself, sitting in the bed next to her, brushing her hair. I was cleaning her room when she went to the meeting. Without a harem, many of the duties fell on me, like cleaning and preparing meals. I didn’t even know the meeting had ended until Keeper came in.

My heart fluttered when she moaned. For a brief moment I thought she was going to wake up. She’ll probably be upset about everything that happened. Tide woke up not long after we took her upstairs, but Necros won’t let him out of the hospital. His wife is missing, hopefully, she will be found soon and brought to justice. Men may not have much respect or status, but to kill a partner and leave him for dead was a very punishable offense.

Drakania could find the b***h in a heartbeat. She had the ability to track anything in the world. Living, dead, objects, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t particularly helpful in combat, but it made her an excellent hunter. Her sisters were also blessed. Ember has the strength of ten dragons, there isn’t much that she can’t beat to a pulp. And Alcyone has premonitions, on top of being one of the most powerful nature mages that ever lived.

“Where am I?” Drakania asked. Her eyes were still closed.

“You’re in your room Drakania. You’re going to be ok. Just wake up.” I held her hand to try to comfort her enough to open her eyes.

“Where is Nathaniel?” She asked, her eyes barely opened. I could tell something was wrong with her. Her energy felt wrong.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s gone back to his pack, it’s been three days since you saved Tide.” I didn’t want to talk about that good-for-nothing future alpha. I never understood why she liked the werewolves. They were never very kind to her, no matter how much time she spent with them.

“Tide is ok?” Her eyes opened a little bit more.

“Yes. Necros says you saved his life. He’s in the hospital resting.” She pulled her hand away and tried to sit up. When she failed she just laid there in defeat.

Her eyes started to fall again with dissapointment. “I’m glad he’s ok,” she said softly.

I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” She shook her head. I’d never seen her like this before. “You need to eat something. If I go get you an apple, will you promise to stay here?” She nodded. Apples were the least I could get her, but she loved them. I doubted she would even get out of the bed. She was too weak. But at least she was awake.

I ran downstairs as fast as I could to get some food from the kitchen and froze when I heard voices. They were standing just behind the doorway in the empty room.

“I’m worried about him, Mouser. I’m worried he’s going to do something stupid and mess everything up.” I recognized the voice. Thorn. It made sense he would be worried, his brother’s wife was still missing.

“Darling, there’s nothing we can do about it. If he wants to do something stupid and risk his life, that’s on him. We can’t stop him.” That must be Mouser. She rarely spoke to me, and she didn’t often have a reason to. She was a Shifter, a were-creature that didn’t fall into a category, unlike werewolves and Dragonborn. Mouser could change back and forth into a mouse.

And like werewolves, many shifters felt the mate bond. Thorn was her mate, and even though he was a Whelp who didn’t feel the pull like her, he chose to love her still. It was quite sweet really. And it didn’t hurt that she was basically the number one spy in the clan. Queen Serpenta let anyone into the clan who she found useful, such as shifters, warlocks, even the occasional witch.

I decided to stop eavesdropping and entered the kitchen. She gave me a quick glance and then left, leaving Thorn behind. She was clearly annoyed.

“Newt,” he said as I went to the pantry. “You know Drakania very well, right?”

“I mean, Thorn, you ‘ve known me for what thirty, maybe forty years. I’ve been Drakania’s servant since she was ten. So yeah, I know her pretty damn well.” I was annoyed. Just because Drakania had a habit of slipping off by herself didn’t mean we weren't close.

“Has she made any kind of inclination of who she’d like to be her first couple of picks for her harem? Or have you found anyone yet?” He asked directly.

“She asked to wait for the festival. She hasn’t leaned towards anyone in particular yet so I wanted to get a feel for who she liked there.”

Shit. Did he know about them?