Elara’s POV
The concrete chunk felt solid in my palm. I tossed it upward, catching it with practiced ease, letting it spin between my fingers.
My playful gesture seed to both charm and irritate him. I could hear Kaelen’s frustrated exhale from behind the barrier. We were both acting like complete children.
He folded his arms, deliberately turning his back to . "I’m not begging for your attention."
Sothing shifted in his posture as he spun back around, his expression turning intense. "Even if you choose him, you need to save room for too."
"There’s always room for you," I assured him. "Have so faith in yourself. You’re a dragon—magnificent and fierce, yet tender and gentle. Where else could I discover such a perfectly contradictory mythical being?"
"Don’t go looking!" Kaelen whirled completely around, positioning himself to face directly. "You’ve got right here already."
"Want so food?"
"You have to feed ."
He was still pouting. A single kiss hadn’t been enough to soothe his wounded pride. Kaelen’s gaze dropped to my crimson lips, though inside he was practically glowing with joy.
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Kaelen’s POV
I craved nothing more than her undivided attention. My mate was extraordinary; the system would eventually match her with other males. Silas was preferable to so unknown male. At least she cared about .
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Elara’s POV
"Open your mouth?"
Just like every ti before—I possessed infinite tolerance for adorable things. Especially when the creature before was far more than simply adorable.
Content at last, Kaelen llowed after I fed him and returned to his normal deanor.
I was internally cackling with amusent. Such a wonderful dragon. Had he actually reasoned himself out of his sulk?
So simple to satisfy. I’m definitely going to pamper you even more in the future!
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Kaelen’s POV
I was already capable of transforming into human shape. But since all the others in the facility had revealed theirs, I chose to hold back a bit longer. After all, those cunning guys all possessed attractive faces. By going last, she wouldn’t develop unrealistic expectations for .
So I would be patient. Wait until my release, then astonish her.
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Elara’s POV
After pacifying Kaelen, I made my way toward Chamber Two. Julian had turned away from , his displeasure radiating from every line of his body. The mont he spotted approaching, he retreated deeper into the pool...
He was brooding, creating bubbles, and maintaining his turned back, refusing any conversation.
His blue-violet locks drifted across the water’s surface, utterly stunning. His graceful spine was completely visible. I rapped the concrete piece in my hand several tis.
Julian rotated at the noise. A single tear traced down his face and crystallized into a pearl. He gazed at , eyes brimming with shock and inexplicable sorrow...
"She promised to bring ho. And she’s the one who abandoned for another."
Julian wasn’t naturally forgiving. He desperately wanted to demand—why not him? She had seed so delighted upon seeing his human appearance, but then she’d run off with soone else...
"What is it now?" he said icily. "Planning to trade ? Or strike with that thing?"
He retreated another step while speaking. His eyes, previously tender, had turned frigid and remote. His fingers curled into tight fists beneath the surface.
"Elara... you’re nothing but a deceiver. All you offer are empty words and broken vows."
First Silas, then Kaelen. She didn’t regard him as a partner, not even as a person...
"Is that your opinion of ?" I asked softly. I hadn’t anticipated him being this stubborn.
Julian’s brow furrowed. "What other conclusion should I reach?"
His cheeks inflated with fury, the edges of his eyes turning pink. He glanced downward, finally registering the concrete chunk in my grip.
He released a quiet, surrendering breath. "If striking would bring you joy, then go ahead." "I’m trapped here. I can’t compete for her affection. I don’t resent her..."
He resembled such a lancholy, brokenhearted creature, like an abandoned animal. I set the concrete down. Seeing him this way, I could never bring myself to harm him.
Even if he were a lizard, I wouldn’t have the heart after hearing those words.
I exhaled deeply.
Watching Julian in this state made my heart constrict. He was imprisoned here, and he’d certainly sensed my initial aversion toward him. Much as I wanted to follow my own selfish desires, it was ti for honesty.
This fish was simply too headstrong.
Nothing like the little dragon in Chamber One, who could be appeased with food.
Alistair required no consoling at all. He radiated reliable partner vibes from his enclosure—clearly the kind who wouldn’t create drama.
Sure, he’d gotten upset too, but he would listen to reason. He was understanding, a touch gentle, and manageable.
But none of those approaches would succeed with Julian. On the outside, he appeared fragile and delicate, but internally, his emotions were so complicated they threatened to consu him.
If I didn’t act quickly, my beautiful, radiant fish would spiral into complete emotional chaos.
"Co here. I need to tell you sothing private."
"What?!" Julian snapped, his expression harsh, his annoyance unmistakable.
"You’re too distant. I can’t reach you to hit you," I said in a monotone voice. "Just help out and swim a bit closer..."
Julian compressed his lips, his eyebrows drawing together sharply. Despite his burning anger, he eventually glided toward ...
"You actually ca?" I taunted. "Not worried I’ll really strike you?"
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