Chapter 28: Meeting the other half of my soul
Ravlir walks down the corridor, and slows down before the arch that leads to his own room. In it, the other half of his soul lies, and he freezes before he crosses the threshold. For centuries, he had despaired, as he had seen the hopelessness in the eyes of the males of his clan, as their few Betas were taken as slaves to other clans, leaving them in a desperate situation.
As the law of their species dictated, only a handful of alpha females were born in each generation for each clan. Each Beta female was able to produce only male hatchlings and other Beta females. They were very sought after by those clans who were interested to increase the numbers of their foot soldiers. But their powers were limited, not having the full brunt of power the Alphas had.
Only the Alpha females carried within them the full spectrum of power and magic of the clan, and thanks to that, only Alpha females could conceive other Alpha females. A male Alpha could be born to a Beta pair, but only Alpha females conceived other Alphas females.
The greater the number of Alpha females in a clan, the stronger the power and magic was said clan could yield. However, the Green clan, reduced to only Ravlir as the sole Green male Alpha in his generation, was on the brink of extinction.
Unless he was able to convince the frail figure, laying on his bed, to save his clan and family of a sad certain end.
He enters his room, and approaches the huge dragon sized bed. Its white linens and pillows almost completely hide the small breathing form, laying right in the middle of it.
He climbs the steps to the bed, and looks at frail form of the female Alpha fate was merciful enough to put into his path.
He studies her face for a moment, and he is surprised by her beauty and youth. Her pale skin is so white that it is almost like china, and her long dark eyelashes make fascinating shadows against her pale skin.
Her full lips are the color of cherries, ready to be plucked by his desire. Her long dark hair makes a dramatic contrast against the white linens.
He lowers his eyes to her chest, and gulps at her loveliness. She's perfect all over, blessed with a tiny waist that is barely revealed by her form against the linens, crowned with legs as far as the eye can see. He frowns as he sees her moving in her sleep, and a small moan of pain escapes from her lips.
The Reds had hurt her during their attack, and now she is stuck to her human form until the wounds are healed. He wonders that she must be just a hatchling in her dragon form, just a couple of centuries old. He closes his eyes for a moment and shivers as his nostrils are filled with the scent of a fertile female dragon, scent that drove many dragons to insanity throughout the ages and started many wars.
He sits down beside her form, and delicately takes one of her fragile white hands in his tanned ones. He traces the veins on it, where her precious blood runs bringing nutrients to her limbs, and he's surprised with the callouses on her palm, as a result of hours of hard work.
He then thinks about what the humans said about wooing and seduction, and he sighs, as, regardless of what he thinks of the future of his clan, he knows that the humans are right. He can not force her into choosing him only because he is her only choice, but because he is the best choice for her.
He will protect her, love her and cherish her forever, but he has to convince her of his sincerity first, and that's going to be his real battle from now on.
Maybe it would be easier to battle some Reds, he thinks, and prepares himself to wait. It will be a long night.
