Alpha Dragon's Virgin Bride by Scarlett Grove
Unlike many of the other witches in the temple, she did not feel any pride in the immortal womb that she carried inside her. She resented it beyond anything she’d ever resented before, perhaps even including the Dark Sun.
As she entered the dining hall and carried her tray down the buffet line, filling her plate with breakfast food, her mind raced with dark thoughts. She imagined standing up in front of the entire congregation of immortals and temple guardians and telling them all off.
When she sat down at the table next to several of the young witches who had recently arrived, the scenario she played over in her mind made her giggle inwardly. The witch sitting beside her looked at Desdemona with a questioning expression. Desdemona shrugged and shoved a piece of toast in her mouth.
The immortal men would be arriving soon and she still hadn’t decided what to do. Perhaps the best course of action would be to see what kind of men came to the meeting. Maybe she could find a good one. That was always a possibility, she supposed.
No matter how tall and handsome and rich they all were, she remained unimpressed. Their godly good looks turned her off. In the temple she was the strange one. Most the witches seemed to be dying of love for the immortals. It was like they were teenage girls crushing on rock stars.
After breakfast, Desdemona went back up to her room and packed her things. She would attend the mating ritual, but if she couldn’t find a decent guy, then she would leave.
By noon, the immortals’ vessels began to arrive at the temple. Desdemona watched them from her third story window as the men gathered at the ritual space behind the mansion. It was constructed of megalithic stones built by the magic of the witches themselves. Desdemona had attended many noonday sun rituals and lunar cycle rituals inside the circle of crystalline stones. She knew the power of the space.
So many immortal males arrived every time. They were still mostly the Alpha dragons and Kings of covens. She’d heard they made agreements between themselves on who could come here. For her, it made no difference.
She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She grabbed her brush and ran it through her long black hair, feeling irritated that she wanted to look good for these people. What difference did it even make? They would want her even if she were ugly. The fact that she was young and beautiful and still a virgin would make no difference. All these men wanted was a baby so they could ensure their strength against other immortals.
Desdemona knew that it was important to protect the world from the Surge, but she didn’t believe that witches should be sacrificed in order to accomplish that, just like they had two thousand years ago. It was like the sacrifice to cast the veil was all still happening today.
As she prepared herself to leave the room, she considered once again leaving the temple for good. But as she stared at her guitar case and her sad little suitcase filled with warm clothes from the temple, she realized that leaving now would surely be a mistake. One of those males would find her anyway and take her as his bride. And without the protection of the temple, that immortal male could do anything he pleased to her.
The agreement the immortals made with the temple was that they would treat each witch well.
Desdemona took one last breath and let it out before she left the room and made her way down the elevator to the ground floor. She joined the rest of the witches waiting in the wings to present themselves to immortals who gathered in the ritual space.
She was dressed in a long flowing silver-blue robe that stood out against the dark winter forest. She had taken the color as a kind of indication of her magical ability as a musical air witch.
“Who do you think will come this time?” asked Sarah, one of the witches who had been chosen to be sacrificed to the immortals this time.
“Does it even matter?” Desdemona snapped.
Lucia and Bridget joined them in the tent beside the ritual space and addressed the six women who had been chosen to offer themselves in the mating ritual.
“We have a very special guest with us here today,” Lucia said. “My husband Orion’s brother, Titus, is among the suitors. Titus is the Alpha of the Silverdrake clan, one of the greatest allies of witches in the world. Any of you would be lucky to have him as a match.”
Desdemona tried to hold back her eye roll, but it was impossible. One of these immortal males was as good as the next as far she was concerned. They all just wanted one thing from the witches. This wasn’t about love or anything like it and no matter which male any of them chose, the result would be the same: a life of pregnancy and servitude.
“It looks like we are ready to begin,” Bridget said.
Bridget and Lucia opened the tent and invited the witches who were this month’s offerings to filter out of the tent and into the ritual space. There were at least a hundred males in a circle on the inner perimeter of the megalithic structure. They were all handsome and strong, their youthful looks belying their true age. These men were all Alphas and Kings. That meant they were old and strong.
Desdemona walked out into the center of the ritual space and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling irritated. The other women were tittering and giggling and taking in the sights of all the waiting men. Desdemona sighed and rolled her eyes, puffing out the breath from between her pursed lips.
It was then that a male approached her out of the shadows and grabbed her arm. She looked up at him, her brows knitted in annoyance. As she took in his face, she was bowled over by the memories that had been haunting her dreams.
It was him. The silver-blue eyed dragon. The asshole she’d been in love with.
“It’s you,” he said in a husky deep voice. “I would recognize that scent anywhere.”
“And who are you?” she asked irritably.
“Titus Silverdrake. Do you not remember me?”
“Well, you see, the thing is, Titus Silverdrake. Unlike you, I’ve died hundreds of times over the last two thousand years. At least that’s what they tell me happened, since I’ve been imprisoned here in this temple.”
“How are you in prison?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Do you think any of us really has a choice here?”
“You have as much choice as the rest of us immortals do.”
“How do I even know I’m immortal? I’m only nineteen years old. When I’m a hundred and fifty-seven, then I’ll believe that I’m actually immortal.”
“Have you had no memory of your past?”
“I’ve had a few dreams…about you. You always seemed like a dick.”
“A…dick?”
“I think I was in love with you. But you didn’t want me. Then you did want me, but mostly to one-up your buddy. That’s what I got from the dream anyway.”
“Your name was Patrice in those days. What is your name now?”
“My name is Desdemona Hawthorne. I suppose you have the same name. Lucky you.”
“Desdemona Hawthorne. I would not be here if I had a choice myself. Do you think that it has been easy for the other immortals all this time without our magic? I spent two thousand years in human form unable to shift. Men like my brother Orion watched his pregnant wife die right in front of his eyes. You got to be blissfully ignorant for two thousand years. I think you are the lucky ones.”
“Ha!” Desdemona scoffed.
“Since I am myself forced to find a bride or have my position as Alpha questioned, I would like to offer you this rose as a representation of my intentions toward you.”
“Everybody wants to give me a rose. You realize that, right?”
“Of course, there are many of us and few of you. We were intended two thousand years ago. And I believe that we would have married if you had not sacrificed yourself for the veil.”
“You really think I would have married you?”
“I believe you would have come around in the end,” he said, crossing his arms.
Titus Silverdrake was six-foot-four, with broad shoulders, and silver-blue eyes that bore directly into her soul. His bla
Yet she couldn’t help the feeling he stirred inside her. Her dreams of him were real. She had experienced them herself, and all the feelings that went along with them.
Desdemona was still not fully convinced they were true memories. Maybe she was just being manipulated and led along by all these demonic assholes who had destroyed the human world.
“Why do you believe I would have come around?” she challenged.
“Because you loved me,” he said matter-of-factly, pushing the rose into her hand.
“I loved you? But did you love me?” she blurted out, feeling same sting she had inside her dreams.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Lucia announced from the center of the circle. “I see that each of the ladies has a rose now. I would ask that each gentleman who intends to give a rose to one of the ladies do it now. The witches will then retire to make their decisions.”
Desdemona gave Titus a dark look and walked off toward the tent as a dozen other men tried to shove roses in her face. She grabbed a couple of them, just to make Titus jealous. When she made it into the tent, she threw them all in the corner and sat down in a huff. The other witches were all blushing and gushing as they counted their roses. Bridget approached Desdemona where she sat on her chair. Her mentor gave her a questioning look.
“I see Titus found you,” Bridget said.
“Am I supposed to be impressed or something?” Desdemona asked. “Because I’m not.”
“Titus is Orion’s brother,” Bridget said. “He’s an excellent match. I wouldn’t have minded being matched with him myself.”
“You’re kidding. You know he’s just as bad as the rest of them.”
“If I’m not mistaken, you were once called Patrice. I wasn’t sure of it until now. But after seeing Titus go straight to you, I know that it’s true. He could sense it more readily than anyone else, including you. That means something, don’t you think?”
“So Bridget, tell me, did I marry Titus when I was Patrice?”
Desdemona was challenging Bridget now. She knew she’d never married anyone in her previous life.
“No. There were some issues with another man and your relationship with Titus had always been tumultuous.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know. All of that was between you and Titus. None of it is in the temple database, only a few references noting the nature of the relationship. Maybe you should ask him.”
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.”
“I suggest you decide quickly. Because the males who have come for the mating ritual expect that each of you will choose your matches by the end of the day.”
Bridget turned on her heel and walked out of the tent, leaving Desdemona with her dark thoughts. Her memories of Titus were so vague and dreamlike that she had no idea if she was walking into a viper pit or a bed of roses. What she did know was that she had had feelings for him that she didn’t feel were properly returned. Apparently, the immortals two thousand years ago worked a lot differently than they did today.
Desdemona had been living in rural compounds without electricity or reliably running water for the last two years, but when she had gone to high school in the old world, she had dealings with boys that had taught her all she needed to know about men.
They would string you along and try to get what they wanted, and then walked away as if it meant nothing. And the feelings she had in those dreams about Titus reminded her distinctly of the feeling she had when she’d been blown over by boys in high school.
As far she was concerned, Titus wasn’t any better than the average seventeen-year-old player. But if she didn’t choose Titus, she was going to have to choose one of these other assholes. She didn’t know which was worse.
The other men who had arrived for the mating ritual weren’t disgusting or bad looking. They were all immortals looking to impregnate someone. She didn’t have a lot of respect for any of them.
Titus, on the other hand, seemed less than thrilled to be there. She felt a sense of comradery with him. Everyone was telling her that she had to find a mate or she’d be kicked out of the temple. And he had to find a mate or lose his position as Alpha. Maybe going with Titus was her safest bet.
After an hour, the witches were expected to rejoin the males in the rituals space and announce whose offering they had accepted. Desdemona had about a dozen roses with the names of the males on little tags around each stem. She hadn’t really gotten a chance to speak with any of the others because Titus had monopolized her time. She let out a deep breath and decided that choosing the asshole she knew was slightly better than choosing an asshole she didn’t.
When it was her turn to announce whose rose she would accept, she walked up to the head of the line and cleared her throat.
“My name is Desdemona Hawthorne and I accept the offering of Titus Silverdrake,” she said, her annoyance evident in her voice.
The men and witches looked at her with blank expressions on their faces, clearly responding to her absolute and total lack of enthusiasm for the entire process. What was she supposed to do? Pretend like she wanted to be part of this? Pretend like this wasn’t completely insulting to her soul?
Titus stepped forward and reached out his hand to her. She slid her hand into his. On contact with him, a flood of sensation entered her body. All the darkness she had experienced over the last two years overtook her, and she promptly passed out.
When Desdemona woke up she was riding through the clouds in a spaceship. She sat up with a start and gasped, banging her head against the door of the ship. The pain sliced through her skull and she placed her palm on the growing bump. She glanced over at the driver and saw that it was Titus. His hands gripped on the steering wheel of the technological marvel. Desdemona had seen plenty of these advanced crafts flying about in the sky but never actually been in one, not even during her months at the temple.
“What happened? Where are you taking me?”
“You passed out. But only after you had agreed to be my bride. Now I am taking you home.”
“Where are my things?”
“Your few belongings were packed into the storage bay of my craft. You have nothing to worry about.”
“So what now?” she asked. “Are you going to take me back to your fortress and repeatedly rape me until I give birth to your child?”
He gave her a disgusted look but said nothing. He then looked straight ahead at his path through the sky.
“Just remember, I was forced into this is much as you were. I don’t think either of us wanted this any more than the other.”
“Is that the reason you wanted to marry me the last time?”
“The last time?”
“You know, before my Goddess asked me to sacrifice myself?”
“You were a silly girl then and you are a silly girl now.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, crossing her arms and looking straight ahead.
She knew it all along: he was a total dick.
“Well, if I’m silly then you are also silly because you wanted to marry me. What are you, like hundred million years old? I’m only nineteen. What kind of sicko hundred-million-year-old wants to marry a nineteen-year-old girl? Answer that.”
“First of all, there isn’t a single immortal alive on the planet today who is a hundred million years old. I don’t know if the Goddess of Gama is even a hundred million years old, to tell you the truth. But since you asked, I’m five thousand. You are an immortal with many past lives. It isn’t as if you are truly nineteen. Although, I can’t really see the difference right now.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“For all intents and purposes, darling, you are a nineteen-year-old human
“And?”
“Let’s be clear, dear. You are a nineteen-year-old girl and I’m a successful businessman. Let’s say for comparison’s sake that I am perhaps thirty-five. That would be fair, right?”
“You look more like you’re twenty-seven, but okay.”
“Suppose I’m even just a thirty-five-year-old human and you’re a nineteen-year-old human, that would still be quite a bit of difference don’t you think?”
“Yeah. That was my point. What’s your point?”
“My point is that you are still a child and you should listen to me.”
“Oh, oh, oh. The gloves have come off now haven’t they?”
“These things are simply true. We need to get through this situation unscathed. We have two prerequisites here. One is we must be matched. Two we must produce an heir to the Silverdrake clan. Aside from that, our association is irrelevant.”
“Wow, I don’t remember you being this romantic in my dreams,” she said.
“If you must know, I did have feelings for you before. But at this point, I can’t remember why.”
“That makes two of us. How did I get into this again? I should’ve chosen someone else.”
“Well your other choice wasn’t there today. It was only me. And Kyran isn’t a King.”
“Kyran?”
“You know, that vampire who interfered in our affairs. The one who asked you to be his bride two thousand years ago. Don’t you remember?”
“His name is Kyran? Where is he? Who is he?”
“I don’t feel that matters. You’ve accepted my offering today. I’ve chosen you and we are matched. That’s all there is to it.”
“You and I both know that is not the end of the story. I still haven’t been claimed by you.”
“That is a fact that will be remedied soon enough.”
“You’d claim me without my permission?”
“I am sure when the time comes you will be begging for it.”