The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Pick Your Pain, Prince

"Sit," King Tiberon ordered, already pouring whiskey.

One for himself. One for his son. One for Hyran.

The last time they’d been in this configuration, Dexmon found out about Viper’s Kiss and was told he couldn’t hold his mate.

Tiberon handed him a glass.

Dex held it, thumb running along the rim, watching the amber catch the light from the hearth.

Tiberon picked up his own glass, and sat across from his son. Hyran slumped into the third armchair.

"Shadowclaw could have taken her at any point," Tiberon said, voice steady as iron. "He didn’t. Whether that was strategy or something else, I’ll leave to your interpretation. But he saved her life. We gave him our word, and that does not bend. Not for an ally."

"I know." Dex’s eyes didn’t leave the fire. "You don’t need to explain how your word works. I grew up watching it."

He took a slow drink. It burned, and he let it.

"She is my mate by law. My wife. The Crown Princess of Drakenfell. I don’t understand where his confusion is."

Tiberon let him go. He knew better than to step in front of this.

"A fated matebond so deep the ancestors blessed it." Dex’s voice gained weight with each word. "The Dragon Queen Incarnate. Sacred to our people. My wolf’s true mate. We share a dragon as a true bond."

He rubbed his hand down his face.

"With all due respect, Father, you’re advising on a language you’ve never spoken."

Dex said it without malice, without the bite of a son lashing out. He said it like a man stating a geographical fact, pointing at a mountain and saying you’ve never been to the top of that.

Tiberon didn’t correct it. But he took a large gulp of his whiskey.

"We have a few options." The sympathy, if there had been any, was gone. "Shadowclaw hasn’t crowned her. But, it sounds like we are on borrowed time with that."

Hyran opened his mouth, but paused before speaking, long enough that both Dex and Tiberon looked at him.

"Aeron relayed that Shadowclaw offered her the crown and she refused it already."

Dex exhaled. He wasn’t surprised by this. "That’s because it’s never been about a crown for her."

"Yes," Hyran agreed. "Which makes her the only person in this room who’s ever turned down power voluntarily. Present company very much included."

"Shadowclaw wants it," he continued. "But he hasn’t pulled the trigger publicly, which is the only reason we’re having a conversation right now instead of responding to a diplomatic crisis. So we should probably stop wasting the window he’s accidentally giving us."

"He is too attached to her. Aeron says he’s never seen him like this before, even with his first mate."

Dex’s knuckles went white around his glass.

Hyran tapped a rhythm against the side of his own, the crystal pinging softly. "She tried to end things with Shadowclaw. He, predictably, declined the offer. I believe the technical term for that conversation is ’dead on arrival.’"

"What does that mean," Dex said through gritted teeth.

"It means," Hyran answered, voice calm. "She’s marked by him and has a fated bond with him. She loves you and has a mark with you. And she’s tearing herself apart trying to reconcile. That’s the math, Dex. It doesn’t simplify."

The whiskey glass in Dex’s hand exploded, shattering. His jaw locked so tight a muscle jumped at his temple.

Tiberon stood, handing Dexmon a cloth, and another glass. Dexmon looked down, just then noticing his hand was bleeding.

"As I said. Options. First, give her to Shadowclaw and we be done with this."

"No." Dex didn’t let him finish. "I’ll give her to Shadowclaw right after I give him my spine. Since apparently I’m not using either."

Tiberon didn’t flinch. He’d expected that.

"If you and her break the matebond mutually, the risk of it killing is substantially lower. You could keep it in tact for now, and break it in a year or so when things settle."

"I said no."

"Second." Tiberon continued as if Dexmon had never spoken because Tiberon Drakenfell did not present incomplete intelligence, even when the data was unpalatable.

"You annul things with Serena and take another mate."

Dex’s eyes darkened, but Tiberon held up his hand before he could interrupt.

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