The Kings Series #2 His Silver Hand novel Chapter 5

-You are a fucking idiot, human!-

That he was. Why the hell did he do that and ruined his chances?

This had been a shitty day overall. If he had to admit to himself, it had been a motherfucking hellish of a month.

Constant travels to Draconian prides all over the world because the inexplicable larcenies from the hostiles have taken their toll on him.

Add the fact that his dragon's strength has been waning during combats... He exhaled in a shaky breath.

Abdicate.

Over time, he had considered stepping down from his throne and choose between his commanders to hand over the kingdom.

The twin brothers were a whole lot stable than he could ever be. Without his Argetlam, he was lost.

His brothers flatly vetoed his decision and do not want to hear any of it. And gave him a lecture guaranteed to last him a century.

Apparently, they were right. Fate has found him at last.

There was no need for him to step down. He had found his Argetlam. His heart. His rider.

-And you fucking ruined it, human!-

Shit, his dragon was right.

-I know I am. Idiot! I swear there will come a time I will roast you myself!-

Having enough of his tantrums, Lucas blocked him. He had been seething in black rage ever since his rider left the private dining room.

From the pointed look of his family around him, each and everyone wanted to wring his neck. Especially the ladies. He let their loud voices washed over him. He deserved it anyway.

Why did he have to goad her?

She has a beautiful name. Anna Marie.

The moment she entered the room, his dragon and he knew she belonged to them.

Everything about her screamed of exquisite beauty. She was a mixture of creamy white and milky brown chocolate. His favorite. Dark brown hair, velvety warm dark amber eyes. Tiny brown freckles on the bridge of her nose. And smooth flawless lightly tanned skin.

Those lips. Fuck! It was as red as the cherry on top of her cake. Au natural. No lipgloss nor lipstick. He quaked inside. His body responded and made sensitive from his imagination.

Her height also delighted him. Petite and curvy. The top of her head will barely reach his broad chest. Perfect for him to carry her around when they make love. Or fuck. Or make out.

He was fighting for control when she approached him. Her scent of vanilla and cream filling his senses.

And something else. That was when he totally lost his cool. He smelled different male scents on her. 

It was not his place to judge her since they have only met but it riled him.

Thank Ladon, their dragon God, he didn't smell semen on her, or he would have burned this restaurant to the ground. To hell with the Lycan King.

Fuck! He was becoming unreasonable. It shouldn't be important that she had lovers before him, what's important was he would be her last.

His attitude was a disaster of epic proportions.

"Why were you rude to her, brother?" It finally registered the room has grown quiet. His troubled gaze rested on his sister. It's her birthday today. The only reason he was home. Otherwise, he would be all over Egypt, fighting renegades.

The delicious cake had been a treat she wasn't expecting. But then again, he ruined it with his remark.

"She had male scents on her," he confessed gruffly. And the fact that she was not attracted to him at first sight like he was to her. The thought irked him.

"Yes, she did. But it doesn't mean she has or had lovers. She works with different types of people. Or she may have male relatives close to her." Athena pointed out then shook her head in disappointment.