The Dragon Queen and her mates.
Chapter 277: Tangled fate

Chapter 277: Tangled fate

"Are you alright, Your Highness?" Aileen looked at Yakov, who simply glanced at him before turning his gaze away, leaving the poor snake shifter confused.

Yakov, of course, had no response to Aileen’s questions. He was alright but then again, he was not. His body was completely fine but his heart and soul seemed to be lost. His heart couldn’t let go of the words that Bree said to him. Not even when he was sitting in his office and with all the work that was sitting in front of him.

His wolf was furious and irate. For the first time, they couldn’t be bothered with the work that was in front of them. His wolf being fiercely possessive of Bree didn’t surprise Yakov. After all, his wolf had been possessive of her from the very day he saw her but what scared Yakov was that he too was brimming with the same possessiveness towards Bree now.

He didn’t care about his responsibilities or the tasks at hand with the words that Bree said rolling in his head. He thought of Blaise and then his thoughts drifted to Bree, causing him to grit his teeth in anger.

What made him even more surprised was the fact that he couldn’t calm down no matter what he did. He was not a possessive person; this was the reason he was given the duty to control the harem. He had never been much of a jealous person, yet now that emotion was circulating within him like poison. It curdled his stomach.

It had to be because she refused to listen to her. It had to be this reason because there was no way she was messing with his head.

However, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork in front of him, his wolf continued to torment him. It paced inside him and kept growling in his head while telling him that he was an idiot for locking himself in the office when those three men were fluttering around Bree like little butterflies.

He tried to ignore that unsettling feeling but he couldn’t. He had to do something about this illogical feeling of his.

Blood.

Yelling. More yelling and more blood.

Bree found herself standing in the middle of the street. It was gloomy and dark with blood covering the walls and the floor. She looked at the man who was struggling on the floor and heard herself speak, "Are you willing to speak now?"

"I do not know," the old man replied while floundering in his own blood. He covered his abdomen, which had a garrish cut on it and stated in a low voice, "I do not know. Even the priests of the High Temple will not be able to tell you a way to break this fate. No matter what you do, you are destined to be the evil one. The one who was destined to die. Even if you change your shell, the mark shall follow. Unless—unless...."

The old man’s eyes rolled in his sockets and he fell limp on the ground.

An angry scream tore from Bree’s mouth as spider webs, sharp and dangerous, scattered all over, taking the lives of as many shifters as possible and dyeing the entire ground red.

Bree sprung upright and sat up straight on the bed, panting, shaking, and sweating. Her heart was loud and pounding aggressively. Snippets of her dreams sailed across her mind and fear ripped through her body.

What was going on? As far as she knew, there was an old man and something about the bond... What bond though? What fate?

Bree raised her hand and rubbed her forehead.

Her dragon was also very distressed by this dream and seemed agitated and worried. She wanted to take over and see what was going on but Bree stopped her, ignoring the pain ripping through her body when she stopped her dragon from surfacing.

"Even if you try to fly out now, you have no idea where he is," she tried to calm Saphira down as she tried to convince her dragon not to rush out of the palace.

It was minutes later that her dragon settled down and the nausea went down a little.

Bree then closed her eyes and breathed in heavily. She knew that the dragon was feeling antsy and furious. As the ruler, it was in her blood to protect her people but there were times they could not do anything. Semel could be anywhere, just around anywhere in the empire and they had no idea where he could be at the moment.

There was no point in charging out of the palace even if they mourned the loss of the old man who was killed in the fight for the throne.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She needed to find that man and she needed to do it quickly. Semel didn’t care about how many lives he took but she did. She couldn’t let him kill people as he wanted and liked.

The next morning, Yakov didn’t realise that he had washed and cleaned up before hurrying down to the dining area. He impatiently tapped on the table and looked at the entrance of the dining area.

"Are you really this picky or today is a special day?" Ahmar asked as he ladled a bowl of onion soup and then poured cream on it.

Yakov paused and turned to look at the man who was sipping the soup with elegant moves. His voice was low as he said, "I am not in the mood to play with you, second consort."

Of course, the second consort wisely sensed that this time around if he provoked Yakov, he would get a black eye. He blinked his eyes and sighed, "I really don’t want to do this but I will take pity on you since you look like a puppy who has been kicked in the back. Her majesty didn’t call for anyone last night; she slept alone."