Reborn to Choose the Wingless Dragon Chapter 05
The moment the priest’s voice faded, the silence in the square shattered.
“Five different fathers? What kind of sick joke is this?”
“No hawk eyes–not a trace of the mother–line. Those eyes are dark red with black streaks. It’s a goddamn mongrel!”
The crowd turned vicious: “Bitch was so desperate to pop out an heir, she downed quickening bloodgrass and spread her legs for every foreign bastard she could find!”
Kade moved in front of me, his body a shield.
We watched the chaos unfold together, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from laughing.
I knew exactly what had happened. Cecily had been so hell–bent on claiming the throne and boosting her ddds that she’d thrown all caution to the wind.
she’d gambled everything on one thing: as long as there was even a drop of Darius’s blood in that child,
he’d have to claim it. But she’d overlooked the Succession Pact’s iron law–the heir must carry the dominant hawk–eye gene from the mother’s line.
With blood this mixed? No chance in hell those eyes would manifest. She’d tried to cheat the system and turned the Wolf Court into her own public execution.
Kade’s hand pressed against my lower back, his golden dragon eyes sweeping the crowd with sharp wariness.
He leaned in, voice low. “Wipe that smirk off your face. Someone’s bleeding before this is over.”
Darius was shaking–whole body trembling with rage as a feral growl rolled from his throat. That faint silver wolf mark on his hand had become the ultimate humiliation.
He roared at his guards. “Bring me those four bastards the crystal named. Now!”
Within moments, four terrified foreign males were hauled to the center of the square, foreheads blazing with marks they couldn’t deny.
My gaze snagged on the fox–shifter. Even sprawled on the ground, pathetic and trembling, his lean build and sharp, vulpine features screamed sex appeal.
Cecily had always been a sucker for a pretty face. No wonder she’d risked it all to get under this one.
The males started talking, tripping over each other to save their own necks–spilling how Cecily had dangled titles and gold to get them into her bed.
“Anything to say now, Cecily?” Darius’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice a snarl.
He spat “mongrel” like a curse, grabbed the infant, and moved to dash it against the stone steps.
Kade’s hand shot out, dragon scales shimmering as a barrier caught the child mid–air and gently lowered it to the stone steps.
I hated Cecily, but the baby hadn’t asked for this.
When his attempt failed, Darius snapped. He spun and backhanded Cecily hard enough to send her sprawling.
Fisting her hair, he yanked her head back. “This is what you meant when you cried and swore you loved me?”
Cecily clawed her way up, snatched the baby back, and swiped at her tears. Then she screamed at him.
You think I wanted this? You’ve been breathing down my neck every damn day for an heir! And you- you turn into a rabid animal every full moon, tearing into anyone close. What was I supposed to do?”
Her voice climbed higher. “The crystal proved this child has your blood too! Isn’t that enough? Or do you want the wolves to lose everything? You should be on your knees thanking me!”
The elven and vampire delegates stepped forward, faces cold.
“We don’t acknowledge mongrels with a parade of fathers,” the vampire said flatly.
The elf cut in. “The treaty’s clear–bloodline purity non–negotiable. No hawk eyes? Too many fathers? The elves refuse.”
A witch nearby added, “Don’t drag us into your mess.”
Every alliance voice voted no. The wolves had zero chance of installing this child on any throne.
Darius, who’d wavered for a heartbeat at “your blood, exploded all over again.
“Cecily. Look what you’ve done.”
He grabbed her hair and started dragging her toward the exit, every word a threat.
“You’ve shamed the entire pack. I’m keeping you alive for one reason–so you can scrub this stain clean with the next child.”
The farce ended in this brutal way, and we turned away from the square.
Walking back through the dim corridor, Kade was silent, tension radiating off him in waves. His rough palm stayed clamped on my waist, body heat soaking through my clothes.
When I finally pushed him on it, he cracked. “When they hauled that fox up there, you stared at his pretty face the whole time. What, he do it for you more than I do?”
Seeing him jealous lit a spark of mischief.
“Kade,” I said, slipping my arms around his neck and dropping my voice to a purr. “You’re the only one I want. Especially when you’ve got me pinned under you…”
The stone door slammed shut. Kade grabbed my waist and threw me onto the bed, golden eyes burning as he tore through my clothes.
You teasing little brat. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for a week.” His cock sprang free- thick, massive, veins standing out sharp.
He shoved my thighs apart and drove in hard, burying himself in one brutal thrust. I screamed.
This pussy is mine, Raven.” He started slow, hands gripping my ass as he bent to suck my nipples, teeth scraping sensitive flesh.
came fast, release flooding over him. He didn’t slow down—just picked up speed, hips slamming into me. Then he flipped me over, yanked my hips up, and took me from behind with punishing force.
“Beg me. Tell me how much you love getting split open on my cock,”
“Oh fuck, Kade–too deep-“I was shaking, barely holding on as he pushed me into two more orgasms.
He rolled me onto my back, pressing me into the mattress as he kissed me hard, pounding into me.
He kept touching me, driving me higher, and I could barely gasp out, “Please–can’t–gonna pass out-” But he didn’t stop.
Pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves. Four.
Five. Six orgasms ripped through me, my body jerking, vision going white.
By the time darkness settled outside, I was done- thoroughly wrecked by his stamina.
Two weeks later, I was recovering at my clan’s border estate when Cecily showed up.
She stumbled through the mist, battered and bleeding, begging for help without a shred of dignity left. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
Raven, please. Darius has lost his mind. He says if I don’t give him a real heir, he’s going to rip me apart every full moon.”
I can’t take it anymore. If I don’t get pregnant soon, he’ll kill me. You know something, don’t you? Some way to survive this.”
Her desperation didn’t surprise me. Every visible inch of skin was mottled with fading and fresh bruises, new bite marks scattered across her body. Black veins crawled up her stomach–backlash from the bloodgrass.
All of it, her own doing.
In my past life, she’d used a similar act of desperate victimhood to lure me to Storm Cliff. Then she’d shoved me off the edge.
I could still feel the wind cutting into me, still see Kade lunging to grab the rope. And her–pulling out a dagger, smile twisting as she sawed through it.
As we fell, she’d shrieked: “Your life should’ve been Raven! I should’ve married the Wolf King! I should be on that throne!”
Well. She’d stolen the throne she wanted so badly.
Now she got to choke on everything that came with it.
Looking at her tear–streaked face, all I felt was cold satisfaction.
Regret? Why the hell would I regret this?