The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 677

Chapter 677: History Sent A Raven

DRAKENFELL — BELLATRIX’S PARLOR - ONE DAY LATER

Onyx’s gold eyes were wide open, every trace of fake sleep abandoned. His small body was rigid in the queen’s lap, his wings pressed tight, his tail wrapped around her forearm. The dragon was terrified and the terror was aimed at the eastern sky.

Avalon, who had been dozing on his cushion near Petra, lifted his head. His silver eyes locked on something out the window. A low, rattling hiss left his throat that Petra had never heard and never wanted to hear again.

"My son has scared these poor babies with that schedule, Petra. Look at them."

"They do seem stressed, Your Majesty," Petra agreed.

Bellatrix gave Onyx a flat look. "My son doesn’t come in this Parlor. Neither does my husband. This is a safe space."

Petra poured the wine. The pouring was the only thing keeping her face professional. The words "safe space" coming from Bellatrix Drakenfell was a new development and also slightly funny.

"You are very progressive, Your Grace."

"I know."

"Shall I light the calming candle, Your Grace?"

"Yes. Safety requires atmosphere."

The baby dragons exchanged a look that said they were happy with the arrangement. But that wasn’t what they had both sensed.

There was something wrong that neither of them could name but both felt.

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DRAKENFELL — DRAGON TRAINING FIELD

A raven cut across the training field at speed.

It circled once, banked, and dropped a sealed letter at Tiberon Drakenfell’s boots.

Gavriel’s head turned the second the letter hit the dirt. The green Fae magic in his body pulsed once, low, a single flare behind his ribs. That was wrong.

"Don’t touch that, Alpha. There’s something off with that," he called to Tiberon as he closed the distance. "I feel it."

"You feel it," Tiberon repeated.

Gavriel didn’t hesitate. "Yes, Alpha."

Tiberon looked at Gavriel for a full three seconds.

This was not his Gamma making a suggestion or the Gamma who cracked jokes and deflected tension. This version had his feet planted and his chin forward and his eyes burning at a frequency that said I am certain.

"Your Fae magic?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"You are on borrowed time with Hyran Thornfell. Keep saying things like that and there will be nothing I can do," Tiberon said flatly.

Gavriel’s mouth opened, then closed. He didn’t understand that statement. But the letter in front of Tiberon’s boots felt more urgent. His eyes landed on the wax seal.

Emerald green. Stamped with a crest that every person on this field would recognize and none of them would like.

"Viremont." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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