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“What other reason could there be?” Galen asks.
“That’s not what I’m talking about brothers.” Again, both of them give me their complete attention.
“What do you mean then?” Cyrus questions.
“They don’t seem to have control of much. What with towns being prey to supernaturals and wolves fighting each other for territory. What good are they really?”
“They seem to keep the humans and supernaturals separated for the most part.”
“Not my Kara. She said she expected to die.” Both of my brothers seem saddened and shocked, just as I was. “What is the Authority doing for them? What kind of justice comes from that?”
Galen answers grimly, “They were offered a choice, Drago. If humans don’t want protection, that’s their choice to make.”
“Kara didn’t get that choice; she was born into these circumstances.” Knowing the injustices she faced makes my dragon push me to check on her, to make sure she’s all right.
“I’m sure we could present this issue to the Authority. But at the moment we are planning to steal from them.” Galen instantly rages at Cyrus’s condemnation.
“We aren’t stealing from them!” he yells. “She’s rightfully mine!”
“Calm down Galen,” I speak calmly. “First off, we don’t have fated mates and her abilities are merely speculation.” He tilts his head in anger and opens his mouth to argue with me, but I cut him off. “I understand where you’re coming from though. They’re keeping a potential mate captive to prevent your bonding. I agree that’s unlawful of them.”
“Don’t worry Galen, I’ll accompany you.” Cyrus stands from his seat and walks over to Galen. “Are you ready brother?”
“Yes.” Galen rises as well and puts his hand on Cyrus’s shoulder, looking him in the eyes with gratitude. “We’ll figure out what to do about the Authority. But first I want my mate.”
I nod my head and lean back in the seat, knowing I must go to my mate now. I hope she’s over our little spat.
“Good luck with your mate, Drago,” Galen says as they leave the room.
Cyrus chuckles before adding, “Yes, you’re going to need it.”
KARA
Arelentless banging on the door wakes me from my slumber. I stretch and yawn, feeling absolutely wonderful, and then I remember why I’m in bed. Why my eyes feel slightly swollen. I tighten my grip on the pillow and stare at the locked door that rattles with another loud rapt, rapt, rapt knocking.
“Kara, open the damn door!” He sounds furious, and even as my heart races, I swallow down the fear and hold onto my conviction. I’m glad I managed to piss him off. He lied to me, and I don’t want him near me.
I almost yell for him to just go away, but then I smile, knowing it’ll piss him off even more if I simply ignore him. My smile vanishes as quickly as it came. What I felt was one-sided. His intention was purely to impregnate me. He only wanted to use me and breed me. I clench my thighs and close my eyes in shame. Why the fuck does that turn me on?
I shake my head. It doesn’t matter that I’m aroused by the notion. This isn’t like being his pet, where we both knew every angle of the relationship. This was him lying to me. Him using me without me knowing. My heart clenches and the pain shoots through my chest to the point where my palm naturally rubs between my breasts to try to dull the agony.
I still don’t understand the pull he has. I don’t understand why I feel as I do. But I know he lied to me, and all life has ever taught me is that I should have known better than to trust him.
“Open the door!” He bangs again. “Kara!”
Another hard series of Bang! Bang! Bang! jolts my body. I wish he’d just break in or give up; my head is fucking pounding from all the noise.
A moment of quiet passes, and I nearly think he’s left, but then I hear his voice, much quieter, but more placating.
“Kara, treasure, please open the door.” I can’t help but feel a slight shift of warmth inside of me at his gutlessness. “Kara, please say something.”
With worry coating his tone, I instantly feel guilty. I don’t mean to make him worry. Although I’m too ashamed to say it doesn’t bother me all that much. I want him to suffer for being such a deceitful prick.
“Kara, say something.” He makes his demand through the door, but again I continue to ignore him. Even though my heart is pleading for me to cave.
“Kara, say something. Yell at me, I don’t care. Just say something.”
“No!” I roll my eyes at the word that leaps from my throat. No? Now he has proof that I’m not being rational. I groan into the pillow.
