The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: The Moment She Chose

EIRLYS’ POV

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I bolted toward him, legs pumping as if they had a will of their own. My eyes never left the dragon as he shuddered and shifted, shrinking, folding into the man I knew-Klerygan.

But before I could reach him, someone else was there.

Mirael.

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She dropped to her knees beside him, arms wrapped tight around his torso, face pressed onto his. Her voice pierced the air as she screamed his name. My chest constricted, a bitter, stabbing ache blooming inside me. Jealousy flared like wildfire, scorching, but I shoved it down.

What I felt now-my anger, my longing-was nothing compared to his life hanging in the balance.

I forced myself closer, every step heavy with fear and fury.

“What are you doing here?” Mirael hissed, glaring at me. Then she shoved me hard. I stumbled

backward, hitting the dirt with a grunt.

“This is all your fault,” she spat. “Everything that’s happening… is because of you.”

“Eirlys!” Evander’s voice rang out, rough with worry as he dropped to my side. His gaze snapped to Mirael, dark and dangerous. “Touch her again,” he warned, “and I’ll snap your neck.”

Something inside me snapped.

Watching her cling to him, pressing kisses to his face, any careful restraint I’d maintained evaporated. Evander’s hands grabbed mine, steadying me, but I wrenched free, vision blurring at the edges as rage overtook reason. Possessiveness-raw and uncontrollable-surged through me.

Fury propelled me forward; I snatched Mirael by the hair and shoved her back with all the strength my anger could give.

“You little b*tch,” she snarled, pressing her hands to her burning scalp.

She tried to lunge at me again, teeth bared, but froze mid-motion. The reflection of gold in her eyes told me I was lighting up. Sure enough, when I glanced at my skin, flickers of energy crackled along my arms, hot and bright. My hair lifted slightly as if charged by the tension, and even the dirt beneath my feet seemed to vibrate.

“Get your hands off him,” I warned, my voice trembling with a power I didn’t yet fully understand.

Then, as if possessed by something older and darker than thought, a growl rumbled up from my

chest-low, raw, and unyielding.

“Mine.”

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Mirael’s eyes went wide. Whatever venom she had been ready to spit froze on her tongue, swallowed by the force of my voice.

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Kierygan let out a low, pained groan, snapping my attention fully to him. My breath hitched, and

without thinking, I knelt beside him.

“Stay with me,” I whispered, my hands trembling as brushed damp strands of hair from his sweat-slick forehead. His eyes fluttered open-just enough to find mine-before sliding shut again.

Evander stood behind me, keeping a careful watch on Mirael, who had retreated a few steps but

still radiated tension.

Footsteps pounded closer. Danaiah’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent. “What happened here?” She arrived with Orryx, Callum, and Ulyanna in tow.

“Oh, gods,” Danaiah breathed when her gaze fell on the long spear embedded in Kierygan’s side.” Orryx, Callum-help me get it out. Carefully.”

They moved quickly, gripping the weapon with steady hands. Danaiah hovered near the wound, her magic already stirring, but the injury was massive, blood pumping faster than even her power could stem.

“Can I help?” My voice came out tighter than I intended.

Danaiah’s eyes flicked to me, softening. “You don’t need permission to heal him, my dear.”

I eased Kierygan’s head onto my lap, pressing my fingers against the wound as I closed my eyes and summoned my glow. Danaiah nodded for Orry and Callum to begin pulling.

The spear slid free with a sickening rasp, leaving the wound yawning wide-but the bleeding had slowed.

I focused. On him. On his heartbeat. On the desperate voice inside me whispering, I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him. He is my mate. I don’t care if I don’t feel that bond-what I feel for him is enough.

And then, the truth struck with blinding clarity. Am in love with him? Oh, stars above… I think I am.

I let the thought fill me, let my glow surge brighter, pouring every thread of care, fear, and love into him. The world blurred until there was nothing but the steady, stubborn rhythm beneath my palms.

Warmth pressed against my hands. Fingers, rough and familiar, brushed mine. I knew them instantly.

I opened my eyes. He was still in my lap, his gaze locked on mine.

Groaning, he pushed himself upright and cupped my face in his hands. “You saved me, my star,” he murmured. “Thank you.”

I shook my head. “You’ve saved me more times than I can count.”

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+25 Points He leaned in, and I might have closed the gap-if not for the deliberate clearing of a throat. Callum stood nearby, smirking. “We’re still here, in case you need reminding.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, though my lingering glow hid it well. I rose and helped Kierygan to his feet. He was steady now, but still, he didn’t let go of my hand.

Ulyanna stepped forward and took the spear from Orryx’s grip. She ran her fingers along the shaft, eyes narrowing in concentration. A faint shimmer rose from the metal under her touch, the air prickling with residual energy.

“This is no ordinary weapon,” she murmured. “It’s magic-infused… and not the kind you want lodged in your side.” Her gaze flicked briefly to Kierygan before returning to the weapon. “The magic has traces of something old-dark. It reeks of Val’Thirael.”

“The Light Reaper?” I asked.

Ulyanna’s gaze met mine, and she gave a grave nod before turning to Kierygan. “No wonder it got

you so bad.”

“It was a trap,” Kierygan said flatly. “There were no rogues… or if there were, I didn’t see them. Then the spears came-from every direction. I dodged them all,” his mouth tightened, “all but one.”

Evander exhaled sharply. “Fortunate you made it home at all.”

Kierygan gave only a brief nod, his eyes flicking-just for an instant-to mine.

Danaiah gave him one final sweep of her hands, her magic lingering over the place where the

spear

had struck. “All healed,” she said with quiet finality. “You’re good to go.”

Kierygan offered the group only a brief wave before his fingers found mine. The warmth of his strong, steady grip felt almost unreal after seeing him moments ago, pale and motionless in my

lap.

He walked as if nothing had happened, his stride confident, posture unbroken. No one watching would ever believe that just hours ago he’d been fighting for his life.

When we reached our wing, stopping at the corridor where our doors faced each other, we both

paused.

I hesitated, uncertain whether to follow him into his chambers or wait for an invitation. But chose neither. “I’ll call for Grace… or Emma. Get you something to eat,” I said. “You lost a lot of blood

earlier. You need to eat.”

He just gave a small nod, something unreadable in his eyes, then turned away. I forced myself to walk away from where we had just come from, telling myself the space was necessary. He needed

rest.

I found Grace quickly, and she hurried off to the kitchen to prepare a tray for Kierygan.

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