My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Memory Home

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Chapter 217

~Davion’s POV~

Sunblaze stepped aside, silent as a shadow, leaving the doorway open.

Xander glanced at me, still confused—but he didn’t speak.

Once the door locked behind us with a soft, final click, I led Xander deeper into the Memory Home as our soft steps echoing against the ancient polished stone floors.

The scent of history filled the air, old parchment, forgotten magic, and bloodline secrets that had been sealed for centuries.

We climbed the staircase in silence. My son followed closely behind, his eyes darting over the grand architecture and ancient symbols etched into the walls, carved by ancestors long gone.

At the top floor, we turned left into a narrow corridor. The air here was colder, stiller—like the past refused to be forgotten.

We walked all the way down until we stood at the end, facing a blank wall. It stared back at us, plainly, cold, unyielding.

Xander’s brows furrowed. I noticed the tension oozing from him, beside me.

"What is it, Father?" he asked, keeping his voice low as if not to disturb me. "I thought we’d be using one of the rooms."

"Shh..." I lifted a finger to my lips.

He fell silent instantly.

Then slowly, I called upon the energy within me. A deep violet glow began to curl around my right palm, glowing brighter with every heartbeat. I raised it to the center of the wall.

The moment my hand touched stone, a symbol burned into existence beneath my palm—an interlocking crest of House Draco and the Elder Flame.

A mechanical hum echoed around us and the wall rippled, gears shifted and magic moved.

Then, as though pushed by unseen hands, the wall slid backward and vanished entirely, revealing a massive chamber which was dark at first.

"Light," I commanded.

Runes burst to life across the ceiling and walls, casting soft golden radiance over everything.

Xander gasped audibly and rightfully so.

The room was enormous, layered with platforms and balconies like a library but instead of books, every level was filled with portraits. Painted memories.

There were tapestries of my childhood. Paintings of my parents, the previous Dragon King and Queen. Our ancestors, dragonlords of old, the royal line in its full regality.

The weight of legacy was full established everywhere yoyu looked.

And on the floor where we stood, the closest level—there were dozens of portraits of me as a prince, moments captured with brush and magic—court events, battle memories and coronation trials.

But then... his gaze fell on it.

I watched as his steps slowed. His eyes widened.

I moved toward it without a word, stopping before the painting. My hand hovered near the edge of the golden frame.

The painting depicted me and her.

"Is that...?" Xander asked, his voice rough behind me.

"Yes," I said quietly. "Zara Gold. Before she and Snow Zephyr remarried."

"She... was beautiful," he murmured.

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