Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 5

Marcus’s eyes snapped open.

He gasped, dragging air into lungs that should have been crushed, filling a chest that should have been caved in by tons of steel and concrete.

His hands flew to his ribs, searching for the jagged edges of broken bones, the wet warmth of internal bleeding.

Nothing. Just smooth skin and solid muscle.

He sat up amidst the rubble that should have been his tomb, surrounded by twisted metal and pulverized concrete.

Dust clouded the air like fog, and somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed their desperate song.

But Marcus felt… alive. More than alive.

His body hummed with energy, with vitality that coursed through his veins like liquid lightning.

His broken leg—the one that steel beam had shattered—flexed perfectly beneath him.

His shattered ribs expanded and contracted with each breath, whole and strong.

What’s happening to me?

Then he felt it.

A surge of power erupted from somewhere deep in his core, like molten fire racing through his bloodstream.

His vision sharpened until he could see individual dust motes floating in the darkness, could count the cracks in concrete twenty feet away.

His hearing became supernaturally acute—he could detect the rhythmic drip of water somewhere below, the scurrying of rats through the wreckage, the distant conversations of rescue workers.

He could sense the heartbeat of the earth itself, the energy flowing through the air like invisible currents.

Heat erupted from his chest—not painful, but transformative.

Golden-red light flickered across his skin, making the shadows dance. And for one breathtaking moment, Marcus saw them: scales.

Black obsidian edged with burning gold, shimmering into existence across his forearms before fading back to normal flesh.

Dragon power.

The realization crashed over him like a wave. This was what he was meant to be.

This was what had been sleeping inside him all along, suppressed and dormant. And Quinn—her Saintess aura, her holy energy that had surrounded him for three years—it had been keeping this sealed away.

The moment she’d abandoned him, the moment she’d chosen Alexander and left Marcus to die, the seal had shattered.

Marcus climbed out of the ruins, his movements fluid and confident in ways they’d never been before.

The destroyed building loomed behind him like a corpse, emergency lights painting the wreckage in harsh red and blue. Sirens wailed closer now.

The air tasted of concrete dust and electrical smoke.

But as he stepped onto solid ground, brushing debris from his clothes, he saw her.

A woman stood in the shadows between two intact structures, maybe thirty years old, dressed in traditional robes that shimmered with an otherworldly quality—dark silk embroidered with patterns that seemed to move when you weren’t looking directly at them.

Her eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, fixed on Marcus with recognition and something that looked almost like reverence.

“Finally,” she said softly, her voice carrying weight despite the distance. “Our Dragon King has awakened.”

Marcus froze, every instinct screaming that this woman was dangerous in ways he couldn’t yet understand. “Who are you?”

The woman stepped forward, moonlight illuminating aristocratic features and hair that fell like a dark waterfall past her shoulders.

Power radiated from her—not the golden warmth of Quinn’s Saintess aura, but something older, deeper, more primal.

“I am Seraphine,” she said, inclining her head with formal grace. “Guardian of the Dragon Bloodline. I have waited three years for this moment—for you to break free from the Saintess’s suppression and reclaim your true power.”

“Dragon King?” Marcus’s laugh came out bitter. “Lady, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just—”

“The last of the Dragon bloodline,” Seraphine interrupted, her tone gentle but absolutely certain. “The final heir to an ancient legacy that the Saints and Saintesses nearly destroyed centuries ago. Your power has awakened, Marcus Steel, though it is not yet at full strength. You will need time to activate each aspect of your dragon energy, to unlock your complete potential.”

She moved closer, and Marcus found he couldn’t step back. Didn’t want to.

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