How To Kill A Dragon
1745 Words
The air was stagnant, the silence so thick that Sabrina thought she could cut it with a knife. At first, the Dragon Lord looked stunned, just like the rest of the people in the room. Slowly, as the realization dawned on him, his expression twisted into one of rage.
“You b***h!” he roared.
Sabrina was brave, but not stupid. She knew when to fight and when to back down, and this particular situation called for the latter. She barely escaped the man’s sharp claws as she rushed out of the room. She could hear footsteps echoing behind her as she was chased, but she didn’t dare look back.
The She-Wolf nearly ran a man down in her haste to exit the estate. The cool evening air made her skin prickle with goosebumps. She saw the men outside—large, bulky, and reeking of rust. More Dragons. Sabrina didn’t have time to contemplate whether or not to move forward before an arm grabbed the back of her neck. She gasped in pain as claws dug into her skin. It hurt so badly.
“Sebastian, calm yourself. Do not kill the woman.”
“Shut the f**k up, Allen!” Sebastian snapped. His enhanced Dragon abilities should have healed the claw marks on his face, but Sabrina was an Alpha; her claws were deadly enough to harm even undead vampires. The wound wouldn’t heal easily, and even when it did, it would leave a nasty scar. Whenever the Dragon looked upon his reflection, he would remember exactly who had inflicted the injury. The thought brought her great satisfaction, and she didn’t bother struggling anymore.
‘What does it matter? If I die like this, I will get to see my father again. The greatest shame wouldn’t be dying before I get my revenge, but bowing my head to people who think so little of me.’
She was an Alpha, born on a night when the moon shone brightest. Her father had believed she was destined to be a strong and fearless Luna, and Sabrina would honor his belief to her last breath.
“Kill me if you wish. Show them how menacing you are by bullying the weak.”
“Shut up!” Sebastian grew more furious at her taunting. Never before had he met a human who didn’t tremble before him. He was respected and feared even among his kind. But this woman dared to strike him and taunt him. He withdrew his claws, spinning her around so she was facing him. “Show me. Show me your claws!”
Sabrina had nothing to hide. She displayed her claws with the pride and confidence possessed only by someone of her stature—former stature. At the moment, she was nothing more than a w***e. Not a Luna. A w***e.
“A She-Wolf?” Allen tilted his head curiously. “I’ve never seen one of her kind on the Blood Islands before.”
“I have,” Sebastian said, observing those sharp weapons that had struck his face earlier. He found his anger melting into mirth. He took in Sabrina’s prideful look and grinned mockingly. “The banished ones. Sent to be torn apart by Dragons. Little w***e, what crime did you commit to be sent here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“She has a bratty mouth,” Allen pointed out, his face twisting with displeasure. He was not quite happy with his Commander being talked back to by a woman—a w***e, no less. “Maybe you should cut out her tongue. You’d be doing her a favor, lest she talks back to someone she’s not supposed to.”
“She can’t suck c**k without a tongue,” Sebastian stated, laughter echoing around the space. The little scene had now garnered the attention of the Dragons lingering nearby. There were so many of them. “I’ve never f****d a She-Wolf before. It’d be a waste killing you without at least having fun. What do you say, little w***e? Please me in bed, and I’ll forget about this little drama.”
Sabrina smiled mockingly. She didn’t deem his words worthy of a response. The Dragon gritted his teeth, feeling anger pool heavily in his chest once more.
The sound of hooves approached them before Sebastian could lash out. “His Majesty, the Dragon King!”
The man holding Sabrina trembled. He was on his knees in seconds. She looked around warily to find that all the men who had been gloating just moments ago had taken a similar position: knees to the ground, heads lowered. She turned to see the man who had caused the stir.
The first thing she noticed about the man on the horse was his eyes—shining a bright gold with dilated pupils. It was unlike anything she had seen before: frosty and detached. His muscles were obvious even through his dark shirt, and black, curly hair brushed his shoulder blades. He was pale, unnaturally so, to the point where one might mistake him for a vampire.
Two words came to mind when describing this man: handsome (almost ethereal) and dangerous. There were two men riding beside him, but they dimmed in comparison, so Sabrina didn’t bother taking in their appearances. Their eyes met, and they regarded each other. Sabrina was the first to look away, scoffing with disinterest.
“Your Majesty, this woman... she attacked the Lord Commander,” the one named Allen kindly supplied, not daring to raise his head.
The King’s eyes darted from the woman standing before him to his Commander. Sebastian raised his head, as if to display the injury on his face. Sabrina’s lips curled up in satisfaction. Yes, she had done that, and she didn’t regret it one bit.
“You dare strike a Dragon Lord?” The King’s voice was low, raspy, and melancholy. His emotions were impossible to gauge from his tone. Sabrina found herself disliking him already. She despised people who were unpredictable—you never knew whether they were against you or with you. Like Edwin.
“It was self-defense. He touched me without permission.”
“You are a w***e,” he said, not as an insult but as a statement of fact.
“Even a w***e has morals and dignity.”
To think one day she’d be addressed as a prostitute! She had been saving herself for years, waiting for the day she would wed Edwin and give her first time to him. Who knew her first time wouldn’t be with a man she loved, but nearly a dozen others who had forced themselves on her?
The more Sabrina thought about it, the more she wished she had at least maimed the Dragon—gouged out an eye or two—to show these bastards she wasn’t someone to be messed with.
The King watched her, his eyes almost glowing in the low light. Elegantly, he got down from his horse, slowly closing the distance between them. He stood at arm’s length from her and said, “Apologize to Sebastian, and I shall consider being merciful to you.”
Sabrina took a step forward. The Dragon towered over her, but she was past the point of intimidation. “Take your mercy and shove it down your royal ass.”
Silence fills the space. The men kneeling hold their breath, fearful of being dragged down with the foolish woman should they so much as make a sound.
The King’s eyes glint, his pupils dilating further. “Oh,” he says, a note of intrigue creeping into his voice. He closes the distance between them. Sabrina instinctively steps back, but a firm hand catches her arm, holding her in place. His other hand grabs her jaw, forcing her to stay still. He studies her face intently, occasionally tightening his grip to make her lips pout. Sabrina’s jaw clenches with the urge to sink her teeth into his offending hand.
“A She-Wolf,” he murmurs, almost to himself, a thoughtful expression flickering across his face.
Finally, he releases her, and Sabrina stumbles back, barely catching her balance.
“We shall retreat,” the King announces, his gaze sweeping over Sabrina’s form. “Bring the woman.”
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Once more, Sabrina finds herself passed like a mere commodity in the hands of these people. She studies herself in the bronze mirror as the Madam fusses over her hair. She isn’t aware of how much the Dragon King must have paid for her, but Sabrina is certain that even without money, the Madam would have gladly handed her over to him.
The Dragon King took an interest in a girl from my brothel. The Madam would no doubt boast to anyone who cared to listen. To her, it was an honor. To Sabrina, it was the greatest shame and betrayal. Being sold as a common w***e—she felt it would have been better if she had died.
“The Dragon King is very powerful. Although there are other women under him, as long as you do your best, he might make you his main consort. You won’t lack a thing,” the Madam says, as if to comfort her.
Sabrina doesn’t give a damn about the man or the women he keeps around him. But one word catches her attention: powerful. He was powerful. And God, wasn’t that what she needed right now? Power. If she could get the man to help her get revenge, then she wouldn’t mind using her body to pay for it.
The thought is fleeting, and the idea of getting such a frosty man to break a peace treaty that had existed between the Dragons and Werewolves for years—just for her—seems ludicrous. Perhaps even just wishful thinking. But Sabrina can try; she has nothing to lose.
So, when she sees the Dragon King next—sitting elegantly on his horse, his gaze distant and so very detached, as though he finds nothing in the world interesting—Sabrina smiles at him. It is a smile full of flattery, yet she ensures he sees her sharp canines. ' I will gladly seduce you for your power, but if you mess with me, I will bite your d**k right off '
The King understands her meaning well enough. He gives her an unimpressed look, though his lips curl up the slightest bit, giving away his amusement. How interesting
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