It wasn’t anger at him that had her storming from their room, pass her personal guard and down the hall, even though he had yelled at her. She heard her name being called but her anger kept her walking. She knew she wasn’t mad at him, she was mad at herself.
She had let a man, who wasn’t her lover, hold her, kiss her, tell her he loved her. What was worse though, she had likes it. She’d loved feeling his strong arms around her, she’d loved feeling how his lips were pressed gently against hers, she’d loved the power she had over him. The worst part of all this? She hadn’t felt a shred of guilt, she still didn’t, and she loathed herself for it.
She could blame it on what she was, but that would prove her the liar other species thought her to be. It wasn’t because she was apart of an ancient race of Vampires that fed off sex and lust like other races fed off blood. No, it was because she had wanted him just as he’d wanted her. She was a whore through and through.
“Your Majesty?” She stopped and looked at one of the servants that worked for her Kingdom. “Yes Devin?” “The dragon known as Drago of the South has sent word that your Gif of Peace has arrived. It is in the garden.” She tilted her head in acknowledgement and her servant hurried off.
She continued her walk, still angry with herself, but she would work it out. Drago couldn’t have her. She stepped out the back door and walked towards the garden when she gasped and froze, all thoughts leaving her mind.
Jay punched the wall in frustration. He hadn’t meant to yell at her. It wasn’t her fault that some dragon had molested her. Brut, her personal guard, walked in snickering. “Well now you’ve done it.” “And exactly what did I do? I wasn’t trying to start a fight.” Brute shrugged leaning against the bed post, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll never understand women, oh, and be prepared to sleep alone. She told me…or rather a servant told me she was spending a few nights with someone else.
Jay sighed and buried his face in his hands. “I need to be alone, and this time, don’t come looking for me.” His image faded from sight just as DaShawn , one of his two friends who had followed him to their dimension, walked in. “Yo Jay, wh-” he stopped mid-sentence and looked around. “Where’s Jay?” he asked when he only saw Brut.
Brut shrugged. “He and the Misses had their first fight and he went to cool down. Said don’t look for him, I’m Brut, you are?” “Uh…DaShawn…he most likely went to the woods again.” Brut rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, her animals are all over those woods. They’ll protect and defend if they have to, especially the wolves.” DaShawn smiled slightly. “Wolves huh? Maybe he’ll finally join a pack like he’s always wanted.” “Maybe, he is with the Alpha.”
DaShawn looked at Brute. “She’s an Alpha?! Huh, that’s why he’s so drawn to her.” Brut cocked a brow. “She’s Alpha to three packs. Two of regular wolves and one of werewolves. And how does that make him so drawn to her?” He flopped onto a couch near the bed and motioned for DaShawn to do the same.
He sat in the arm chair across from Brut. “Well, originally, he was born to be the Alpha of his family pack. But since he was bitten by Lucien, a vampire, during his first phase his DNA got jumbled making him a hybrid…that’s also how he knows me.”
Brut sat back. “I fail to see how knowing you gets thrown into the mix of him being a hybrid.” “Technically, all because Zeus and all the others wanted to have some fun, his ‘evolution’, for lack of a better word, so to speak is what created me. If he hadn’t been bitten, I wouldn’t exist.
Brut blinked. “Well…that’s interesting.” A maid popped her head around the door grinning. “Burt! You have got to see this! The Gift of Peace is here and her Majesty is speechless!” Brut grinned. “Now this, I have to see. Come on dragon boy.” Brut got up and followed the maid, DaShawn following close behind. As they walked out into the backyard and froze. “Holy crap, no wonder she’s speechless. They remade the garden…is that a cherry blossom tree?”
DaShawn whistled. “Sakura blossom, nice touch.” He sniffed the air. “I smell other dragons.” Brut glanced at him. “Yes. The treaty is between us and the dragons. I’m kinda glad Jay isn’t here though.” DaShawn sniffed and glanced to the right. “No, here’s here. He’s just keeping a distance, he looks…sad.” Brut shifted from foot to foot. “I think I know why.” DaShawn looked at him questionably. Brut nodded towards the newly acquired fish pond under a willow tree where two people were two people were in an intimate hug. DaShawn growled.
“Drago!? She made a pact with Drago!?” Brut looked at him weirdly. “Yes, they were lovers. That a problem?” “That lowlife snake! No wonder Jays pissed!” Brut’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “He’s pissed because of more than him holding her. What’s he done to you?” DaShawn winced. “I should be dead because of him.” He lifted his shirt showing three massive claw marks across his chest, abdomen and back.” It was Brut’s turn to whistle. “Why did he attack?” DaShawn pulled his shirt back into place. “Arena combat for the gods. I won but the moment I turned to walk away…” his sentence didn’t need to be finished and Brut winced. “Sounds like something he would do. But she has a soft spot for him.”
DaShawn scoffed. “I don’t see why, Jay is a much better pick.” “They have a bond. See the snotty nosed blonde standing close to them glaring at her? That’s their daughter.” DaShawn looked over at her. “She looks familiar…but where do I know her?” “She was hitting on Jay the other day.” That answer was waved away. “I mean besides that… I’ve seen her somewhere else…oh forget it.” He looked around. “Jay left.” Brut sighed. “It’ll get better, don’t worry about it.”
