The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Onyx Is Gifted, Actually

The room recalibrated.

Every man in the chamber looked at Elara, then at Bellatrix, then back at Elara, then at the box, then at each other, conducting a silent group survey that produced a unanimous result: since when the fuck are these two friends?

An alliance between Bellatrix Drakenfell and Elara Vaelor was so unprecedented that everyone was convinced something had gone catastrophically wrong in the universe.

Then Elara saw Avalon.

She clapped her hands together once, bright and sharp, and crossed to Petra with the focused delight of a woman spotting exactly what she wanted to see.

"Is that a NEW tuxedo? Avalon, look at you! The silver threading is gorgeous. Is that Valdressian? Petra, you outdid yourself."

Avalon preened the way only a creature who was told he was a good boy ten times a day and never had experienced self-doubt could preen.

His wings adjusted by a quarter inch, showing off the fit. His silver eyes found Elara’s and the dragon’s entire body communicated the full-spectrum satisfaction of a creature whose appearance had been acknowledged by the correct person.

Dexmon pinched the bridge of his nose.

Neither Serena nor Elara seemed to grasp that these dragons were military assets. Keyword being military. Assigned to a military training regiment for military purposes. And the military assets were currently wearing formalwear and being complimented on their threading while the military training program wept quietly in a corner.

The Draken Forces training program was being gutted by his mother and celebrated by his Beta Luna, and he was standing in the middle of it watching it happen.

Dexmon opened his mouth and Bellatrix cut him off at the knees.

"Onyx mastered the triangle formation on his first attempt, Dexmon. He is gifted and being held back by a program designed for average dragons, surrounded by idiots who cannot execute a formation pivot without tripping over their own tails. He also asked to see Serena."

She said it like Onyx had a voice and asked her to see Serena. Half of the room assumed she meant she thought that was what Onyx wanted. But Petra knew the truth. Bellatrix was fluent in baby dragon and to her, Onyx had asked her.

"Asked," Dexmon repeated. The word tasted wrong in his mouth. Every word coming out of Bellatrix today tasted wrong.

"Yes, dear," Bellatrix said, placing Onyx on the bed beside Serena. She set him down gently, positioning him near Serena’s hip, his small body curling into the space between her arm and her waist as if the space had been designed for him.

Onyx continued to "sleep."

One gold eye cracked open. The eye found Uncle Dexmon looking directly at him with a face that communicated "I see you, you little shit" with remarkable clarity.

The eye snapped shut. Tighter this time. The lids were pressing together with the force of a dragon who believed that if he squeezed hard enough, invisibility would kick in.

The dragon was a con artist. A scaled, tuxedo-wearing, fake-sleeping little bastard who had figured out that playing dead next to Serena made him untouchable, and he was executing the strategy with the shamelessness of a creature who had never once been held accountable for anything.

Fin watched his bonded pretend to sleep beside his unconscious mate on a bed in another kingdom’s infirmary, wearing a tuxedo, placed there by a queen who had previously tried to poison the woman he was now snuggling against.

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