The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Thirty-Six

Alessandra Drakkon

Queen of the Drakkon Empire

I walk down the hallways, uncaring of the way Nisha cowered away from me, I open my room door and step inside, lifting my head, I stop dead in my tracks as I catch sight of the reflection I avoided for so long. I didn't even look like me anymore, my hair was black, I opened my mouth and mouthful of sharp fangs greeted my vision, my eyes were silver, no longer did they shine with Drakkonian royal purple. I lift up a trembling hand to my cheek, just below my eyes, the trait I got from my father, I had known in theory that I had lost the red hair I got from my mother, but seeing it was different.

Seeing that I didn't look like a Solveig or a Drakkonian, that I looked like a Nisha, was different, my claws were black and as I look closer in the mirror, I quickly glance down and see the black tint to the tips of my fingers, somehow, I was absorbing fear like the Nisha did, I was truly becoming one of them. I groan as something inside me shatters as I realize how changed I had become, I barely recognized myself in the mirror.

I clutch my head in pain, and then relief fills me as the fog clears in my mind, the venom haze disappearing, I was myself once again, horror fills me as I remember what I did to that poor woman, but I am at least reassured that as a Nisha, she had no doubt done worse her entire life. There is a knock on the door, and I smooth out my expression and turn around as the door opens, Cyrian appearing before me, none the wiser that I was no longer under his influence and I had no intention of being under his influence ever again, this was the best chance I would get. "You've been gone for a while, my love, is something wrong? You are not still mad I didn't let you kill your cousin, are you? Because in truth you're right we don't truly need all six of them." I give him a sweet smile, as he shuts the door behind him. "You haven't even showered yet, something must be bothering you?" I slowly walk up to him, making my walk as seductive as possible.

"I was just admiring my new features in the mirror, I haven't taken the time to properly look at them before. It is truly remarkable, it is like I am becoming a Nisha, I didn't think that was possible, but look I even have the fear taint on my fingertips." I show him and he looks surprised at the black coated tips of my fingers.

"That just goes to show that you truly are my perfect bride." The fool even now, as he is so pleased, I am developing Nisha traits, that he doesn't even realize what he truly wants is a Nisha bride, just like all his people wanted him to have.

"I love you, Cyrian." He blinks in slight shock as I express my affections to him so boldy, I jump  at him and he catches me, allowing me to lock my legs around his waste, I push his hair out of his face gently, staring at him lovingly. "Will you let me have a taste? Just one?" My voice is soft, asking and not demanding, he had never allowed me to taste his blood but as he gazes at me with love in his eyes, I know I have him enamored, he would not refuse me of this.

"Just a little, my love." I give him a wide smile, and lean over, licking his shoulder gently, enjoying the way his muscles tense up at the contact, and then I bite with a viciousness that surprises him based on the way he jumps slightly. I feed hard, pulling in as much blood as I can, he laughs, his whole body moving with it. "Nice try, love. I do not feel any fear for you. That's enough. My Queen, that is more than enough! Stop!" I pull harder, refuse to let go off him, knowing that his blood would help me heal. "Alessandra! Stop! Enough!" He forcefully rips me off of him, but I take a chunk of his neck with me, it wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough to weaken him. "Why weren't you listening? What is wrong with you?" He seemed so confused, I cannot believe he could keep me subdued for so long, when he was this naively in love with me, he was so blind he could not see the truth before his eyes.

"Don't you get it, Cyrian? I didn't listen to you because I am not your slave! I am not your pet! I am not your wife! And I am most certainly not your Queen!" I step up from the floor and smirk at him as he stares at me in complete shock, my scalp tingles and then a lock of red hair catches my eye, I give him a smug grin, all the damage his Nisha venom did to me, gone in an instant. He lunges at me with rage in his eyes, but I simply step back and let the shadows envelop me, concealing me from his view.