Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 105

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Catastrophe. That was the summary of Elianna’s room in a single word. Broken shards on the floor from the windows and chandelier. Torn furniture including the dresser, the couch, and the shelves. The books and curtains were on the ripped carpet. Burnt and cracked walls. The door in the ensuite looked like it was about to collapse any minute now and then there was her family on the doorway, plotting my murder and how they could get away with it with their dragons.

Their eyes landed onto the bed.

Everything was ruined except for the bed.

They looked up, eyes narrowing from judgment. Aramides and Alistair raised their brows.

What could I say? The darkness did not know any reason and logic, but the fucker certainly knew sex and pleasure.

The fucker was me.

Countless mages had warned me about the darkness, the possible mana explosion when triggered. It was among the risks I signed up for when I turned myself into a mixed breed. Werewolves were aggressive by nature. From the beginning, they emphasized that my innate instinct to hunt and to maim would be suppressed by the mana. Werewolves’ energy was hot while those with mana were cold. And I was still navigating balancing the two to keep me sane and alive.

The accumulated negative energy could build up and result in self-destruction. That’s why Lizbeth begged me not to do it although I did not have to worry about the balance or the negative energy they talked about since I found my mate. It was as if the mixed blood in me were working together to keep her safe. I did not think my mana would flare up until a few hours ago, until I fucked up.

“You didn’t screw up, if that’s what you’re thinking, Creed,” Elianna contradicted. Her voice was still warm and welcoming after what she witnessed tonight. “You were able to overcome it. You came back to me. And during that time when you didn’t seem to know my name, you didn’t hurt me. In fact, you were gentle with me. You listened to me and still showed me you love me.”

I recalled every detail, how Elianna pulled me closer without flinching, how she saw who I was, how she chose me as vile as I was, and how she healed me when she let me feed on her which I would never have asked or done on a normal day.

The darkness knew her. It recognized her scent, her taste, her touch, and kisses. It recognized the woman lying on the bed. That’s why it was the only survivor in the destruction. Because she was there.

The darkness recognizing love? The darkness responding to tenderness? How laughable,

And yet, it happened.

“Besides, it’s alright. I have savings. I can buy those things again,” she added, revealing her beloved backpack, surprising us yet again.

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Like any dragons, she treated her hoard, her treasure, like a living thing. She was very protective of it. But this adorable and fierce little thing was handing it to me.

And for dragons, the gesture itself spoke volumes.

“How can you still argue with that?” Anson asked, shaking his head from the door. “It’s game over, gentlemen.”

“I will only allow one screw up, Black. No more. Remember that,” the Dragon King uttered before disappearing, following Eloise who took one look at the hoard and quietly departed with her guard.

I heard she did the same when she fell in love for the first time, offering her hoard to the traveler she met, back when she had no idea that Riodes was one of the princes of the werewolves. Her hoard was not gold, they were pieces of art. When sold, the amount could buy an entire realm.

After Riodes died, her treasure was lost.

But that was a thing to worry for another day.

I focused on the Moon Goddess’ most stunning artwork before me. Her hair was messy; her lips were a bit swollen from my kisses and she was wearing my bite mark on her slender throat. She looked thoroughly and beautifully fucked.

They said no one could recover from the darkness. All those who said that bullshit had not heard about us. The darkness in me held back although if Elianna was not pregnant, I knew I would have fucked her so deep that she would still feel me days later.

“Creed?”

I strode towards her and sat on the bed where she was currently sitting. Her hands were still up in the air, holding the backpack. I set her hands down, put the bag carefully on the bed, and planted kisses on the back of her hands.

My whole life, I was used to doing the protecting. I was always the protector. It was never the other way around. But this tiny woman protected me from her family’s wrath by not letting go even when she had no idea how things could unfold.

Her trusting eyes met mine.

“I am never taking your treasure from you, love. They are all yours although I do appreciate the thought.”

Very much.

Ten or twenty years down the line, when our son was old enough and was having a tough time dealing with his own mana, I would tell him about this story. I would tell him that miracles exist. He just had to find his because I was able to find mine through his mother.

I would look back on this very day, the first time I lost control, and I knew I would not only remember the wreckage that followed. I would remember his mother the most and still feel awfully proud about myself, about the way the dragon heir offered her hoard to me, about the way she confessed her love to me indirectly with Alistair and her family as witnesses.

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Because for the dragons, that was how they expressed their devotion.

I casted a spell, restoring the room to its former glory.

“That was dangerous. Never do that again.”

“I can’t promise that.”

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What did I even expect? She would not be the Vicious I knew if she would only nod her head and simply listen to me.

“You must have been terrified. How did you handle the noise? The destruction?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I only saw you. I only heard you. Even when your mana is no longer on the brink of eruption, even when the colors faded, all I ever saw was you.”

I bent down and kissed her as softly as I could before pressing my forehead against hers. “I am in love with you too, Elianna Rosewood Beckett.”

There were no words in the world that could depict how much.

Elianna gasped, awareness flickering in her eyes, as her face turned red. Every word she had been uttering, everything she did since the mana flare, was her confessing her love. She was about to respond when she suddenly inhaled sharply, her excitement filling her lovely face.

“What is it?”

She took my hand and placed it on her belly. “Feel it.”

And there it was, our baby speaking through his tiny movement. His strong kick was like a physical conversation. I was no longer just witnessing her pregnancy. I was feeling it unfold.

Her eyes watered and so were mine.

Goddess…

This was what I unknowingly fought for. This was what I yearned for. This vulnerable moment between us three, between Elianna, the baby, and me.

This was happiness in its purest and simplest form.

This was what living meant.