The Beginning of The End
Chapter 45

Ryker carries me into the dining room, clutching me close to his chest as if i am the most priceless possession that he owns. Honestly, it is kind of refreshing. When i was beought here i was so sure i would face torture, maybe even death.

But i don't believe that anymore.

Instead, i believe that my mates with cherish me and protect me, even if it means destroying their own lives, and whilst a week ago i would have been elated with the idea of them dying in the most horrible ways, now i am not so sure.

Somehow i have gone from wanting to destroy them, to wanting to hold them close and fuck them until i can no longer feel my own legs.

So maybe i want them to destroy me, just not in the way i first imagined that they would.

It is hard to accept that my life has changed. But i also cannot fight the feelings stirring around in my chest.

God, if my father could see me now he would be so disappointed in me. He may have even called me a traitor.

But that is what i am, right? A traitor to my own kind.

I am betraying my own race for those who destroyed everything that i had once loved.

It's crazy. I'm crazy.

"What's on your mind, little one?" Ryker asks, setting me down in the chair next to his. So close that our legs brush when he sits down.

"Just how insane it is that i am your mate." I heave a dry laugh, trying to hide the fact that i am close to tears. "If my father had told me all those years ago that this would be my fate i would have drowned myself in the closest river."

His eyes narrow as he watches me, "Why on earth would you have killed yourself?" Isn't it obvious?

It should be.

"Because you are the enemy." I snap, shocked by the bitter edge to my tone.

When did i become like this?

When did my life become so upside down that i can barely breathe?

But would i give them up if i had the chance? No, maybe not, because now i know what i would be missing.

Ryker sucks in a deep breath, doing his best to remain calm. It must be hard for him considering he is a literal fire breathing dragon. His temper is as hot as the fire that spews from his mouth.

"I won't be the enemy forever, Elora." He says after a while, leaning back in his chair.

"Maybe not." I begin, brushing my hand over his muscular thigh, unable to ignore the way his body reacts to me. It's exactly the same to how mine reacts to him. "But some will always see you as the one who destroyed the world, whether it was your order or not, you are still responsible for a lot of suffering and death."

He nods, "I know."

"You are fine with that?" I ask, bewildered.

"i never pretended that i was a good man." He chuckles, snapping his fingers in the air to get the attention of a slave. "Bring us something warm to eat, and two coffees." He orders of them, turning back to me as they scurry away. "I am a killer, Elora. That is who i am."

"But it isn't who you have to be anymore, you could change." I insist, but as the words leave my mouth i feel a tinge of painic and regret.

What is wrong with me?

Get it together Elora, it isn't as though you are innocent.

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You have killed before, Yeah, it was to protect yourself and others. But you are still a murderer.

You can pluck a flower, but you can't expect it to live after you do.

I am responsible for my own actions, as is he.

I have no right to tell him that killing is wrong when i have done it myself.

"I don't want to change, little fae. Do you want to know why?" He says, eyes darkening as he leans forward in his chair, so close that i can feel the soft breeze of his breath. "I will kill everyone in the entirety of the world to make sure you are safe, I would destroy a thousand realms just like this one to make sure i can spend the rest of my existance with you." He plants a ghost of a liss on my cheek. "And i wouldn't feel an ounce of regret, because i would burn the entire universe to the ground, just for you."

My heart pounds against the boundaries of my chest, threatening to rip through my body and hand itself over to him on a silver platter.

What is wrong with me?!

He is talking about murdering the entire world, and more, and all i can think of is how wet my thighs are as i clench them together, hoping that he doesn't sense my arousal.

"But you didn't even know i existed until a month ago." i argue, not even sure why i

am.

I must like to be punished. But even more, i like the way he threatens me, is that crazy? Yes it is, but i know that already, and i am replaceing it really hard to feel an even a small amount of disgust or guilt.

"Yes i did." He counters, my face growing pale. "I had sensed you several times before,

in small towns, in the woods. But i was never able to replace you, not until i raided that farm of humans."

Why does that sound so sexy?

He was searching for me for what sounds like a long time.

Did he really kill to try and locate me?

Was he trying to draw me out?

i shake my head, clenching my thighs harder. "But you didn't destroy this world for me."

"No, i destroyed this world because my people were being threatened." He pauses as the slaves bring out steak and potatoes, two cups on coffee placed on the table before they vanish through the kitchen door once more. "Darax would have destroy both mine and Maddox's land if we had refused. Do you know how many lives he would have destroyed? How many innocent shifters who cannot defend themselves?"

I shake my head, dropping my eyes down the floor, shame seeping in through my pores.

"Thousands." He snaps, "And if it means i have to kill humans and fae to keep them safe i will, they count on me as a strong leader to protect them, and that is exactly what i do."

I go silent, Terrified that i had crossed a line. But the worst thing of all was that i couldn't blame him.

I would have done the exact same for my people, and so would anyone else in the same situation.

Maybe the dragon king wasn't a monster at all, Maybe he was just a man who had to make hard choices to keep his people safe.

If that makes him evil, then every other person alive would be labelled a mosnter and destroyed.

There would be no one left to prtoect.

No one left to fight for.

No one left to love.