Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

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My jaw tensed “I’m not saving we forget. I’m not even saying we trust her. But I won’t let hate rot me from the inside out. If the Moon Goddess saw something in her worth saving, I’ll at least try.”

Lyssira didn’t speak for a long moment. Then, finally, “…She’ll have to earn it. Every damn inch of it.”

Fair enough.

A shadow slid behind my chair, followed by a whisper at my ear, hot breath brushing skin.

“Come with me,” Vaelrix murmured, voice low and rich like molten honey. “The night’s too long to waste in politics. I want you in my bed.”

I shivered, yep, full body, traitorous shiver. I turned, fluttering my lashes and smirking up at him.

“Impatient, are we?”

“I waited centuries. Now that I’ve found you, I don’t want to wait another damn minute,”

Of course not. I grinned wickedly. I stood slowly, ignoring the way half the table suddenly stopped talking. My mates looked up, sensing the shift immediately. Daxon’s head tilted, his brows lifting in knowing amusement. Bram just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and grin cocky.

I moved to them one by one, starting with Lachlan.

He stood first, like the damn gentleman he was. “Sleep well, mo ghrá,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to my cheek. “Don’t let the dragon bite tae hard.”

“I’ll bite back,” I whispered with a wink.

Next was Ashrian, who pulled me in and kissed the tip of my nose. “He touches you wrong, I drink his blood.”

“Noted,” I laughed. “I’ll keep a list.”

Bram didn’t say a word. He just grabbed me, lifted me clean off the ground, and hugged the air out of me. “Don’t fall for him too hard,” he whispered. “You already belong to me.”

“I know,” I said against his chest. “But tonight, I need fire.”

Last was Daxon, who just smiled softly and touched my hand. “You deserve softness too, El. Let him give you that, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.”

My heart clenched. I nodded and turned, finding Vaelrix waiting, his eyes molten, barely holding back whatever unholy things he planned to do to me,

“Lead the way, dragon boy,” I said,

He extended his hand, and I took it. Behind me, my wolves, my vampire, my mage, and my bear watched me walk away with the most powerful dragon alive. Not with fear. Not with jealousy.

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But with loyalty. Because I was theirs. And they were mine,

The castle shimmered with life, a heartbeat under my feet. Every wall whispered history, from the carved obsidian tiles that pulsed with residual flame magic to the high arched ceilings that bled stardust when the moonlight hit just right. Magic soaked every stone, raw, and old as hell.

Vaelrix walked beside me in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was loaded. Tension flickered between us like embers waiting for dry kindling. His stride was powerful, confident, and yeah, annoyingly sexy. Of course the most arrogant male in existence had to also have swagger that made my knees reconsider standing.

Lyssira smiled as she trotted around excitedly in my mind. “He is our last mate. He completes us. He is perfect.”

1 rolled my eyes.

His fingers brushed mine, and I didn’t pull away. “I thought dragons lived in caves,” I said, mostly to break the quiet.

He smirked, his green eyes slashing to mine. “We evolved. Now we just hoard luxury.”

A dry laugh escaped me. “Is that what this is? Your hoard?”

He leaned close. “Not yet. But I’m working on it.”

That earned him a raised brow and a smirk I didn’t even bother to hide. We passed a series of stained glass windows, each one depicting a different era. A golden scaled dragon battling sea leviathans. A pair of fae riders with hair like starlight. A blood soaked war between dragons and necromancers.

Vaelrix slowed near one. His jaw tightened as he stared up at it. “That’s the War of Ashen Rings,” he murmured. “When the gods tried to chain the dragon lords. We… didn’t take it well.”

“I wouldn’t imagine dragons take well to being leashed.”

“Neither do you,” he said, looking down at me. He wasn’t wrong. We kept walking.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I said quietly, my fingers twitching at my side.

“That you look fucking devastating in moonlight? Yes.”

I rolled my eyes. “No. About Soria.”

He didn’t say anything, just walked a few more steps before finally sighing.

“She’s Daxon’s sister,” I said, my voice soft. “But she was cruel to me. Both of them were.”

“I know,” he said. “Daxon told me some of it. What they said to you. What they did. He carries that guilt like a sword through the ribs.”

“He shouldn’t. They made their own choices.”

“But you still chose forgiveness.”

“I’m not sure I did,” I admitted. “But I want to.”

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He stopped walking and turned to face me. “Why?”

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