The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 184: Moonlight

Chapter 184: Moonlight

When Bree woke up she felt someone’s arm pressing against her waist, at first she was stunned but as her consciousness returned and she woke up from her daze, she was surprised to find that Yakov was sleeping next to her, arm curled around her waist while his face was nuzzling into her neck. Seemed like mister grumpy actually took advantage of her when she was unconscious and was coddling her, no wonder she dreamt that she was being toasted alive by something. The temperature of the werewolf shifters was abnormally high and him hugging her with a blanket covering them. That was an experience similar to that of staying in the spa.

Bree’s brows scrunched up, if she was being honest when she dropped from the greenhouse, she felt like she was never going to see Yakov again or anyone else for that matter. She believed that she saw the last of them back in the palace but then Yakov came looking for her, standing right in front of her, his arms curled around her waist. If she was, to be honest with herself she was indeed confused by his actions.

If he had left her alone then he could have easily used the incident to bring Harley back to the palace but instead, he came looking for her as if she really meant something to him and what was more before falling unconscious she watched the worried and shocked expression of Yakov like he was really distressed over her injuries.

His actions only confused her further, earlier he said that he couldn’t see his life without her and now he came searching for her as his life depended on her. It made her uncomfortable, she couldn’t understand what kind of stance she should take against him. It was usually easy for her to simply ignore men or just smile and sweet talk to men before wrapping them around her fingers. As long as she pretended that she was the likeable girl they could bring to bed and at the same time dodging out of their grasp while they chased her, they would lose interest in her sooner or later. Something that she has learned in the corporate world but Yakov was not as easily coaxed as the other men.

In fact, he was smart and wise, he didn’t think about the thing that was hanging between his legs. He seemed to have robbed her of the one thing that she was proud of ——- her rationality. Speaking strictly she should be keeping him at distance but he had taken so many different routes than he should have. Back in the forest, he was supposed to protect Harley, his first concern should have been Harley but instead, he chose to protect her let’s say that it was because he had an image to protect but what about the current situation? Why did he come to rescue her when he could have left her alone? That way she could have easily ignored him maybe if possible she could have reasonably hated him as well.

Of course other than that they also seemed to have a number of upsetting encounters.

Although the time they spent together in the town festival was kind of nice even he was too much of a stuck-up. No, calling it nice would put him up on the pedestal, it was better to say that he was different from all the men she has seen before at least he didn’t bend himself that easily for the sake of faking it in front of his beloved. He was different and at least he seemed to be a good listener, at least he paid all his attention to her.

But was he really as interested in her as he showed back then?

" Hmm," she ruffled her hair before pushing herself off the bed, she didn’t know what was happening but it was better to think about everything carefully now that she was shown an alternative reality that might happen if she wasn’t careful enough.

Swinging her leg off the edge of the bed, she peeled Yakov’s arm off her waist and slipped her foot inside the soft and cosy velvety slippers before padding to the small balcony facing the moon. She opened the overly large window and stepped out on the wooden platform, craning her neck to stare at the moon in the sky.

The wind rustled her long black hair causing it to flutter behind her when she heard someone moving behind before she knew it, Yakov was behind her and her shoulders were covered with a warm jacket. " Thank you," she nodded at him as he came to stand next to her because of the small space the two of them ended up standing side by side clumsily.

" What happened? Can’t sleep, your majesty?" He asked but Bree could see that his cheeks were covered with a very thin layer of blush.

She blinked and then looked down at her clothes, only now realising that she was dressed in nothing but a small white shirt that reached up to her thighs. Hah, who would have thought that this ruthless man would actually blush like a teen upon seeing the slightest bit of exposed skin?

" Are you shy?" She asked with a tilt of her head, she did not know why she liked him seeing like this but at least he looked a bit more alive and no longer as dead and muddy as he did in the mirage that was shown to her. "It’s not like you haven’t seen it already?"

Yakov turned a quarter of a turn in her direction before he cleared his throat and looked away. " I have but this is different your majesty."

" Bree, call me Bree." Now that she was determined to stay alive then she might as well try her best to live up to the position that she was handed, maybe live her life a little.

Yakov’s brows wrinkled a bit before he nodded and turned his head to the front back again. " I will call you whatever you want your majesty."

" Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be asleep?" She asked as she looked at the headband he was holding in his hand. " Are you going to wear that?" She asked while staring at his long hair that was fluttering in the wind.

" Of course not, Bree," He said softly but before he could say anything else, Bree snatched the headband and placed it at the top of his head. This was necessary for her survival since these men were hooked on her because she was their mate then she needed to make sure to use that little bit of affection and bait them until they were willing to offer her the protection that she needed.

For the sake of her survival, she was willing to do anything.

Her hands dropped to the side as she skimmed her fingers on the railing and chuckled. " You look really pretty like this."

" Well." His hand touched the headband on his head before his lips curled in a smile. " I hope that you are in a better mood now, your majesty. It would be such a pity if you were to stay upset with me even after this."

" I wasn’t mad at you," she said with a raise of her brow but Yakov only smiled lightly. " Is that so then why was it that you called me an arsehole the moment you fainted?"

" You must have misheard." Bree dodged his gaze and then turned to head inside the room again, as she walked inside her foot caught in the leg of the small tea table and the small calendar resting on the tabletop dropped to the floor. She hissed and bent double on the floor to pick it up, only to hear someone hissing sharply behind her, stunned she turned to look at Yakov who was looking anywhere but her. " What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing," a muscled worked in his jaw, though the shirt was covering Bree completely and not an inch of indecent skin was showing before but the situation became different when she crouched in front of him. He could see her underpants covered backside and his eyes couldn’t help but rake down the swell continuing to the intersection between her legs. His Adam apple bobbed and he hurriedly turned to look away from the sight on display in front of him. " I think we should go and take a nap now, the sun will be coming up soon."

" Oh." Bree straightened with the calendar in her hands and placed it on the table before she nodded and said, " Sure."

" What did you say, who is coming?" Duke Cilantro dropped the knife in his hands and the child underneath him groaned in pain as he moved his head away, if not the knife would have fallen straight on his eyes. " Repeat what you just said! Don’t you dare to even skip one word!"

His aide lowered his head and carefully replied, " The Empress is headed to our territory."

This time even Duke Cilantro fell on the floor.

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