The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: The Bond That Frees

KIERYGAN’S POV

Eirlys is absolute perfection. Ethereal. Divine.

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Even now, wide-eyed and willingly giving herself to me, I still can’t believe she was given to me as

my mate. As if some mistake had been made. A mistake I would never want corrected-because I

am claiming her. Here and now.

The feel of her warmth as I drove deeper-the way her body clenched around me, the soft, helpless

sounds she released, and the way she glowed, radiant with desire-threatened to consume me.

“Mine,” I growled, my body taut, every muscle coiled.

She already knew what I meant, what was coming. Her chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths, yet my sweet little star nodded-brave, willing, offering herself completely.

“Yours,” she whispered, breathless.

Her head tipped back, baring her throat in surrender. I lowered my mouth, brushing against her skin, seeking the place where I would claim her-where I would mark her as mine.

I sank my teeth as I gave one final thrust, fully burying myself inside her. Her blood filled my mouth,

blurring the line between hunger and need. The release came through us both like a storm. She

cried out a sound woven of pain and ecstasy-and my body shuddered in answer as the bond

snapped taut, each pulse of pleasure magnified tenfold.

The bond was complete.

How I ached for her to feel it, to drown in it as I did.

Eirlys trembled beneath me, unraveling completely. Her body pressed into mine, nails raking my

skin as she cried out in helpless surrender.

And then-her glow erupted. Brilliant. Pure. Blinding.

It spilled outward like molten light, consuming everything in its wake.

But unlike anything I had ever experienced, it was not searing; it washed over me like warm sunlight on a cold morning, soft and insistent, as though the very hands of the gods had brushed against my skin. Every nerve, every breath, every thought surrendered to its intensity. The radiance seemed alive, pulsing and breathing in time with her heartbeat, divine and untamed.

I had never seen anything like it. My eyes stung, my chest tightened, and yet every inch of me was suffused with a strange, intoxicating comfort-pain and pleasure entwined with warmth so profound it felt like being held by the universe itself

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I ran my tongue along the bite to close it, tasting the blood that had spilled onto her skin before pulling out of her. My hand traced the curve of her back, lifting her gently until she straddled me. Even through my squinting eyes, I wanted to see her face-exhausted, yet radiant, glowing with

satisfaction.

As her light surged to its peak, her head lolling, she slipped unconscious onto my shoulder. I held her close-weightless, warm-while the brilliance of her glow slowly ebbed, fading to a soft, steady

warmth.

For a short moment, worry coiled in my chest. Then, hearing her soft, light snore against my ear, I

couldn’t help but smile.

“Rest, my little star,” I whispered, pressing a gentle Kiss to the shell of her ear.

We lingered like that, the world reduced to the rhythm of her breath against me-until a sharp, crystalline crack shattered the quiet, slicing through the room like ice splitting on a frozen lake, or glass struck against stone.

My gaze snapped toward the sound, heart hammering, senses straining as I scanned the space

around us.

The bracelet.

I watched, frozen, as it trembled-tiny fissures spiderwebbing across its surface like lightning trapped in glass. Dark, twisted wisps clawed their way out of the cracks, coiling into the air with a sharp, acrid tang that stung my nostrils. A foul stench followed, heavy and sickly, like the rot that lingered in Val’Thirael. My jaw clenched, every muscle in me coiling, as I drew her closer, ready for

whatever might come.

Then-suddenly-it held, suspended in a heartbeat of tense silence, as if the world itself were waiting. And in one final, crystalline snap, it shattered. Shards glittered in the dim light as the dark smoke hissed and writhed, twisting into nothingness before vanishing completely, leaving only the ghostly echo of what had been, the lingering stench fading, and the sudden, breathtaking stillness

of the room.

Eirlys rested entirely in my arms, drained, unconscious, yet safe. She had no awareness of what

had just transpired-or of what was stirring within me.

A storm of joy, relief, and awe roared in my chest, so fierce it blurred my vision with tears.

Whatever she had just unleashed… whatever had broken free… had shattered the chains that had bound her. My heart ached and thundered with the thought that nothing would ever hold her back

again.

I gathered the shattered remnants of the bracelet scattered across the bed, each jagged piece

darkened and twisted by the foul magic it had once carried. I set them aside, careful not to touch

more than necessary.

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Then my attention shifted to her wrist. I held it gently, turning it in my hand. The skin where the

bracelet had once bitten down glared back at me-a streak paler than the rest of her flawless

flesh. Without thinking, I bent and pressed a reverent kiss to it, as though I could soothe the

memory of its cruelty away.

I lowered her onto the bed, my hands lingering at her sides, simply watching. Something was…

different. Her skin, already exquisite, seemed smoother, more luminous, more radiant than I had

ever seen. In the dim glow of the chamber, she looked almost unearthly-like starlight clothed in

flesh.

I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it tenderly behind her ear.

And then I froze.

Her ears. The tips curved delicately upward now, unmistakably pointed in a way only fae bore. My breath caught. The truth that had been bound and smothered by that cursed band was revealed at last-pure, unhidden, undeniable.

She was fae. Entirely, utterly fae.

And she was mine. My mate.

Happiness stirred within me, only to be smeared over with unease. The seer’s words returned,

sharp as a curse breathed against the ear: the dark fae-whoever he was-waiting for her powers

to awaken, only to claim her light.

Like hell would I allow it.

There had to be a way to carve another path than the one foretold, a way to rend prophecy apart

with my own hands. I would find it.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she was safe.

I lowered myself onto the bed beside her, gathering her carefully against me. Her warmth, her

scent, wrapped around me, seeping into every crack I had thought long dead. My arm tightened

around her slight frame, and I pressed my face into her hair, letting her anchor me.

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