"HOW dare you?"
Draekon growled, taking menacing steps towards Vaelora.
The word 'pathetic' had echoed in his mind, stinging him like venom on an open wound.
"You're lucky you're Luna." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Were it anyone else, they'd be kneeling in chains before me, for that 'little' outburst."
Vaelora didn't even flinch, regardless of how his gaze threatened to crush her. She was hurting already.
"Well, isn't that funny?" She scoffed. "You have put Zayn in chains already. Psychological chains."
"You should be grateful I went lenient on him. On you both!" Draekon snarled. "You think tampering with a royal mating bond is an offense to be treated lightly, don't you?"
"We tampered with nothing!" She shot back, her lie making him grit his teeth all the more.
Now, Draekon
