Taming The Dragon King

Mate?

Travis

"I'm not interested in mating with anyone."

I practically barked at Elder Adam. Ever since I accepted the crown, mating with the harem girls was all he could talk about.

I hadn't ascended the throne to live the extravagant life the past kings lived. Just for the sake of my late mother, I listened to the Elders' pleadings and accepted the Crown. Her dying wish was for me to come back to this Kingdom and have a happy life. It wasn't easy for us to live in the realm of mortals. She also never lost her affection for this realm and continued to speak about it. Why else would I return to head a group of individuals who once rejected us?

Her health started to deteriorate after we were banished. I guess the murder of my father followed by our exile was too much for her. She passed away from heartbreak. Although the humans couldn't decipher the cause of her death, I knew what it was. How could they possibly understand us, dragons?

I hated Cadmus passionately. He ripped us off of our home, forcing me to complete my first shift in the depth of the forest, hiding from the mortals. My mom was there for me, but we didnt get to celebrate. How could we? We were isolated, mimicking the lives of the humans. Yet what could have I done back then? I was just a child.

Nonetheless, ever since I ascended the Throne, I reopened my father's murder case. I couldn't care less that Cadmus was now gone. I just hoped to find out the truth.

I seldom smiled. Honestly, I find no reason to ever since my mother died. She was the sun in my life and ever since the day she died my life had become filled with gloom.

Each time I was reminded of my mother's tears when I lay in bed at night, my blood boiled with wrath. I desire to tear the whole place down, but I don't. My mom wouldn't be proud of that. I sleep in anger every night but awaken disoriented in the morning as a result of a bizarre dream I get every night.

A beautiful blonde kept appearing in my dreams. I wake up craving for more. At first I brushed it off, thinking that it was just another random dream, but when I started to see similar dreams repeatedly, I had to think about it. She wasn't someone I had seen anywhere, yet, she was all I could think of. There was something alluring about her. Even my dragon seemed to enjoy her appearance. That could only mean one thing: she was my soulmate.

Months passed by rather monotonously. One of the Elders once mentioned that my father dreamt of a day that we the dragons have a proper connection with the other realms. Cadmus didn't quite agree with him. He wanted to remain elusive for reasons best known to him. Anyway, he told me that my father proposed to the council for a vote and worked hard to preach it. However the night before the voting was supposed to happen, he was found murdered in his cabin. The tale sounded questionable to me, but since it was something my father wished for and Cadmus despised, I decided to do just that.

I visited the Lycanthrope kingdom. They were lovely. It made me wonder why Cadmus was foolish to declare war on them. Or perhaps I shouldn't be surprised. Cadmus was an imbecile anyway. Little did I anticipate coming across her…

As soon as I lay my eyes on her, I knew that it was her. There, sitting on a bench, reading a book was the girl I had seen in my dreams numerous times: my soulmate. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Despite her young age, she looked ethereal. I sensed the palpitations of my heart increasing. My mind was filled with sinful ideas, and no matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn't help but imagine how I would bend her in every way imaginable.

My dragon was jubilant. She was too young, yet he still desired to mate with her. Both of us were. Consequently, I managed to keep my dragon under control despite his repeated attempts to seize control and open the window. I didn't want to make her or anyone else uncomfortable.

The lycan King continued to speak but the problem was, I barely heard what he said.

"King Travis."

My thoughts were interrupted when he called my name a bit louder. I snapped my head at him and offered a smile.

"I was saying, thank you for being so understanding," King Alexander said. "We would love to restore our political connection."

I nodded my head. I didn't want to hold onto a grudge I didn't understand. Yeah, they had killed my uncle, but it was he who declared war against the Lycans. The lycans were simply trying to protect their realm.

Besides, why should I care about Cadmus after what he did to us?

"So all is well," I said, standing up from the seat. I forced myself to look away from the window where I could see my future wife, but the thought of her wouldn't leave my mind.

"I'll be back after two years and ask for her," my tongue moved before I could stop myself.

I saw him go rigid.

"What?" He growled, clenching his jaws. Oh, so this King was protective of his sister. Sweet. But would he try to stop me if he knew that she was the one who was destined to be mine? I doubted it.

I smirked knowing that fated mates were extremely important to these wolves. "Why? Am I not allowed to ask for my mate?"

***

**2 years later**

After what seemed like an eternity, two long years passed. She tormented me in my dreams every night, and as time went on, they became worse. I sometimes wake up gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and with my manhood stiff and on the verge of bursting. So I hoped that bringing her to the Palace would be beneficial. Perhaps staying close to her would help me.

I didn't waste time. On my twenty-first birthday, I travelled to the realm of the lycans and met their king once again.

"So," I said, shifting impatiently on my feet. "Where is she?"

He exchanged glances with his Queen, alarmed. Did they anticipate that I would forget? I wouldn't disregard my mate. How could I neglect it, when she was the one disrupting my sleep every night?

"Why do you look shocked? I told you, I'll come back for my mate? Now, where is she?"

Their king frowned. "We didn't think you were being serious."

I scowled, irritated by his response.

"But here you are. How do we know that you aren't lying?"

I was indignant. As I tightened my hands, my internal dragon roared. My muscles stiffened, and I felt fire accumulating in my veins. In a rage, my dragon was trying to gain control. Why would I lie? I was not Cadmus. My suspicion was that Xander was harbouring animosity toward me as a result of what Cadmus had done. I deserved a fresh start, didn't I? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to keep my wrath under control. However, the most melodic voice cut off our chat before I could respond.

"Mate?"