Mate to the Dragon Prince

Chapter Twenty-One

A/N: Hi everyone, I terribly sorry not to have updated both my stories in a very long time. But this year was so painful for me I couldn't find myself to write for a long time. But logging in a few days ago and seeing the many love and support you were giving for this story, it gave me so much hope and enough to strength to try write something. This isn't has good as what you have read previously, and for that I'm really sorry, I need get into the flow again, I hope you can understand. Now that everything is starting to get better, I'll try and get a few for chapters out for you in this festive season! <3 I

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The piercing sensation of his eyes had pulled me away from the sight of Kaithlyn being carried into the skies by her new wings.

I sighed, lifting my head from his lap, starting to feel somewhat.... uncomfortable, from the urges that soared within me. His eyes followed my every movement; watching the way I breathed, moved and gulped.

With every sound of Kaitlyn's wings cutting through the air, something woke inside me- a feeling of fullness in my heart, one that I couldn't understand. It was foreign, yet oddly, and undeniably...  a little comforting.

The soft caressing of the flames still lapped through, a touch of a feather, but also the rushing of waves at the same time. The calmness that followed the storm refused to place fully upon me just yet.

I could feel the eyes of many following Tristan's gaze as I stood onto my two shaky feet. Whispers and murmurs itching my ears, somewhat low and unclear. Or, perhaps, it was me who chose to wash all of them away, and concentrate on the flaps and cutting of large wings; on Kaithlyn.

While my eyes refused to follow the creature flying above, my ears absorbed every sound, almost forcing me to be immersed in it.

I lowly heard someone break through the crowd, earning distasteful shouts and murmurs from many. A tight grip wrapped around my wrist, pulling me towards them with a sharp tug. Or perhaps it was a plea... Whatever it was, the harsh glare I wanted to place on the person refused to surface, as I stared into the hope in her eyes.

"Please!" A beg escaped through her lips; a need to gain my attention, "Give me my wings back too."

I frowned, watching her hand lift in prayer as she begged for me to give her back the very feature that made her a dragon.

"Mine too!"

"Please! Mine too!"

"Please!"

Shouts dispersed among the crowd as they circled around, like moths flying towards the light. Ripping my hands away from the girl, I tried to walk away, only to be trapped.

"Stand back," Austin's voice rang clear through the many shouts, as he and Alec stepped forward, keeping away anyone who tried to reach towards me.

I frowned, watching them practically act like they were my bodyguards. Involuntary, my eyes searched the crowd, wanting to land on the certain seafoam shades that haunted me.

My body didn't freeze or feel rigid as I found those eyes, I only felt the tug in my core, one that urged me to seek comfort in the dark desires he could promise me.

The permanent scowl on his face never wavered as my eyes found his. They only pulled over my face trying to decipher something. They traveled over my face with a speed I couldn't keep up with, but it kept me grounded in the mist of the storm surrounding me.

"I will heal you all." The words left my lips before I could even stop them. Something else within me spoke, perhaps the fire. I didn't know, and though the sound was my voice,  it contained a certain edge to it, making it sound almost completely foreign to my own ears.