Mate to a Dragon King

Mate, where are you?

February 21st, 2023

@17 years old turning 18 in two months

Aprilina was humming a sweet song as she showered, even though she knew she was late for her lectures. It wasn't like she cared anymore.

Every single one of her lecturers knew she was always late and they didn't even seem to bother about her anymore.

They'd threatened her with withdrawal and she still came late. They all knew she was one of their star students with her good grades so they just let the stubborn Nigerian be.

Suddenly, she heard a loud banging on the door of her apartment and she rolled her eyes, still humming.

The banging got worse and she cursed whoever it was and got out of the bathroom, a towel tightly clasped around her chest.

The only part of her apartment that wasn't see through was her bathroom because it was one of those pure white and glass apartments that cost a lot of money.

It had a large lounge area and kitchen then they were stairs after the main door to the apartment leading to a guest room, her room, a bathroom and closet.

The person at the other end of the door kept banging and fuming, she screamed.

"I'm f*****g coming you f*****g asshole! Hold your horses- aaah!"

In her anger, she lost her footing mid way down the stairs and rolled down the rest of the stairs.

The only thing that went right was her towel still managed to cover her body.

The door of her apartment opened and she mentally cursed herself for not locking the door last night.

The sound of boots against wood made her blush in embarrassment as she realized it was a man who had intruded.

She rolled over and went up on her knees, staring at the stranger.

Suddenly, the smell of cedar and some manly cologne flooded her nose making her heart rate to increase.

The dark haired man was hot!

He was no Chris Hemsworth or Toni Mahfud but considering the kind of life she lived she didn't expect someone so extraordinary to badge into her apartment.

He had dark green eyes and midnight black hair that was in a sexy dishevel maybe because he'd been running his fingers through his hair.

She wanted to run her hands in that hair too....

He was about 6'1, having a bad boy aura due to his all black clothes.

Over all he was really handsome and she wanted to know who he was and what he wanted with her.

She watched how his nails were turning into claws and how his eyes were turning pitch black, staring into jer eyes.

She felt self conscious because she wasn't wearing her contacts due to the fact she was heterochromic, having one hazel eye and one brown one. But with the way his canines extended it looked like he didn't seem to mind.

April knew that they were magical creatures in England from the time she stepped foot into it, but she didn't expect one to be barging into her apartment like this.

"Werewolf?" She asked, rising to her feet because he apparently couldn't help her.

How rude!

He ignored her question as he studied her features, his eyes turning darker and darker by the second.

A low growl left his lips as his eyes travelled down her soaking body.

Suddenly, his nose was scrunched up in disgust as he stepped closer.

"Human!" He hissed at her, like it was a crime she was a human.

It wasn't even her fault she was born like that.

April furrowed her eyebrows at his manners and then her eyes widened as she looked at what his eyes were trained on.

Her scars.

"Alpha Nathaniel" he grunted, moving closer and studying her scars.

His facial expression quickly turned into a scowl as he touched her skin. Sparks erupted on April's skin and she gasped softly while Nathaniel growled under his breathe, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You're my mate" he spat out in disgust and April let out a small whimper.

Tears gathered in her eyes as he moved away from her like she was some filthy being.

"I didn't do anything to Selene to get damaged goods. You're probably not even pure"

And with that, he was out of her apartment.

April stood there for seconds, still reeling from the insult.

How did she get a mate when she was only human?

And she thought mates were supposed to love each other so why did he look at her like she was a filthy rag?

She pondered on it for days and the more she pondered the more  bitter she felt.

She'd thought he'd come back and say he was sorry but he didn't come for hours, for days and for weeks.

April had never felt so bitter and angry with her life.

She had abusive parents, finally left them for a better family, got into a good school and just when she thought she had escaped her past, she was now being rejected by her mate.

Every night she'd feel a pang in her chest and when she'd ask her friends what it meant, they'd said her mate was sleeping with another woman.

She tried to ignore the pain in her chest as she went on with her life, but it seemed that pain was not letting her move on.

Then one day, while sitting on her sofa and sipping cold orange juice, she felt the deep pang in her chest.

April couldn't hold it back in anymore.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she broke down sobbing, wishing she didn't have to deal with the pain.

When the feeling became too overwhelming, she threw her head back and let out the loudest agonizing scream.

Then she heard it.

From her vase, to her collection of wine glasses, to her mugs, to her TV and to everything there was in her apartment.

They all exploded at once and her power went out, including the rest of the street she lived in.

She fainted and woke up in the back of ambulance, eyeing the paramedics giving her CPR.

To this day no one knew what happened.

But Apryl knew.

This was the end of her pain.

She walked up to her friends that were witches and asked them to train her because of her new found abilities.

With every punch she threw, every kick she dodged, she accepted the pain of her silent rejection.

Until the pain existed no more.

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Present day, 2027.

Block, block, block, attack.

Dodge, kick, dodge again, tackle his knees, straddle him, make him nose bleed.

"Dammit April you're going to f*****g kill me!" Ian yelled, throwing me off him.

But being the flexible person I am, I landed on my hands and flipped back to my legs.

"If I had known training you was going to make you this f*****g strong and deadly I would have refused your request" he coughed before spitting out blood.

I sent him a toothy grin before wiping off the sweat on my forehead and almost cringing in disgust.

Sweat is liquid dirt.

I hate dirt.

"What are your plans for today? Asides killing me?" Ian asked.

I shrugged and bent down to do the laces of my sneakers, scowling at the dirt on them.

"I'm preparing for my sister's wedding. It's tomorrow"

My twin sister had found her happily ever after and was getting married to some scary ass hybrid Overlord.

Okay I'm lying.

Said Overlord was a huge cuddly bear and hottie who I may have had a crush on for a few seconds.

Don't blame me.

How can you not notice Valerian?

I mean when the dreamy authors of romance novels describe their hero, they usually refer to them as a Greek god.

And Valerian was in reality, a greek god.

Anyway, I'm happy for them because they are extremely cute together and are inseparable. Before he used to be the scary arrogant man, but now he's just a cute kitten that would rather spend his whole day in bed with my twin.

Lucky Apryl.

I still believed there was a thing called love but the happy ever after s**t?

Not so much.

After my terrible failure with boys.

And of course, my now old rejection with Alpha Nathaniel.

Somedays I hoped he'd come back to me and tell me how wrong he was and that he loved me.

But it's been a little over four years now.

I shouldn't expect anything from him even though I am no longer a weak human with scars littered all over my body.

I am now a stable witch with an adoring family and zero to no scars.

How?

There are four kinds of witches.

Witches of balance, witches of nature, witches of light and witches of darkness.

Witches of balance are known to be the strongest but they can't use their powers for their own sake. Witches of nature control the natural elements like fire, water, air and earth. Witches of darkness are pure evil and you better not f**k around with those assholes because they are filled of twisted darkness and feed on pain and fear. Witches of darkness are like demons while witches of light are like angels.

I am a witch of the light, known to be the second strongest if we took our time to train. We are also known as healers,known to heal all kinds of diseases and wounds, no matter how deep and old.

So I figured I'd take away my scars and now my golden honey skin looks perfect.

Except for the burn marks of a pressing iron on my back.

I'd gotten them when those stupid bastards that stole me away from my loving family had beat me to a pulp.

All because I was earning online.

Those rich assholes had money to last four generations but they wouldn't give me any to take care of myself.

They wouldn't even buy me f*****g clothes and give me a proper room to sleep in.

I was the popular girl at school and my ego was killing me to see my friends have new clothes while I had nothing to show I was a Senator's daughter.

So I started writing books on online platforms.

Even sold books on sss and all what not.

Dollars was a lot in Naira so I was living a rich life in school, still pretending to be broke at home.

Then my siblings told on me and the bastards who stole me when I was a baby beat the s**t out of me, going as far as to even imprint burn marks with a pressing iron on my back.

Good thing my real father was the one who adopted me and because he was way more influential than the thieves who stole me he stripped them off their titles, had an investigation done on them and all their money was seized because apparently it was stolen government funds.

I didn't feel bad.

Not one bit.

Because I'm not sympathetic and I certainly don't feel bad for dipshits.

"Earth to April" Ian waved his hand over my face.

"Sorry what?" I shook my head, staring at him unintelligibly.

"I said the leader of our Coven wants you to join us. He says you'll be his best female warriror"

"And I'll tell you again Ian, I'm not interested. I am a lone witch-"

"With a very serious career" Ian interrupted rudely, rolling his eyes.

"You're a f*****g rich and famous author in London but you are completely alone!" He yelled, his chest heaving up and down with uncontrolled anger.

This was Ian.

The overcaring manwhore who saw me as his sister and won't stop fussing over me. Brown hair, blue eyes, went to the gym daily and had a fit body. Trust me, he'd give you a run for your money.

I didn't like him when we'd met but after his failed attempt of trying to get me in his bed, he decided to be my annoying elder brother.

As if having Mason as a junior brother isn't terrible enough.

"I am not alone Ian" I rolled my eyes.

"I have a family in Nigeria and in Norway. My twin sister is in England presently-"

"And she's going to leave for her honeymoon. After her honeymoon she's going back to her kingdom. You don't plan on leaving London anytime soon so who do you roll with?"

"You" I snapped.

"I roll with you and Jodha plus I'm friends with Johan and his husband. Valerian is in London! For f**k's sake how many times are we going to argue about this?" I sighed.

"You're turning 22 tomorrow. You haven't had one single boyfriend ever since you stepped into Oxford. You need to start thinking about your future-"

"My future is perfectly fine. The only thing I want is to have my books rewritten to scripts for movies Then I can think of something else like owning my studios and s**t. Drop this Ian. I'm not having a man in my life" I growled lowly.

Ian pressed his lips into a thin line and squeezed his eyes shut, clearly displeased.

"I'm only letting this drop because your eyes are glowing. I don't want you to blind me with your light" he sighed. 

"Virgin asshole" he grumbled under his breathe, packing his bag.

"What the f**k did you just call me" I hissed angrily.

His eyes widened as I stalked towards him.

"How the hell did you hear that?" He exclaimed.

Before I could shoot him with a light ball, my iPhone started to ring.

"You're lucky" I scowled at him, checking the caller ID.

Then my blood froze.

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King Erik Hadrian Drago growled lowly, staring at the bulge underneath his duvet sheets.

The dreams.

They wouldn't stop coming to him. 

Today was the Overlord and his friend's wedding but yet he was dreaming about his soon to be wife.

He'd have dreams of the sweet curvaceous woman underneath him and writhing under his body in pleasure.

Whenever he saw Prima Donna Apryl in reality he'd look at her like she was just a friend and sister to him.

So why did she have a different role in his dreams?

Why did he only notice just how comely and voluptuous she was in his dreams?

Because he certainly didn't remember drooling over her in reality.

He'd noticed that in this particular dream of his, there were two differences between the real Apryl and the dream Apryl.

The real Apryl had hazel eyes but his dream Apryl had one hazel eye and one brown one.

And f**k it if he didn't think that the different eye color was sexy and a huge turn on.

Also, the dream Apryl had a mole near her lips but the real one had none.

What was going on?

His beast stirred inside of him, clearly worried as well.

It didn't help that he was having wet dreams of f*****g his own close friend's fiancee.

Even though Valerian was over 800 years younger than him, he respected him and he didn't think it was right to be f*****g with her in the dream realm.

This was torture.

Holy sweet and forbidden torture.

Erik sighed as he laid down in his bed confused, hoping his bulge would go down somehow.

"Mate, where are you?"