DRACO'S WRATH: Elemental's MC (book 11)

  DRACO’S WRATH

  Elemental’s MC (Book 11)

  Copyright © 2019 Alexi Ferreira

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  ELEMENTAL’S MC SERIES

  WULF (book 1)

  BJARNI (book 2)

  BRANDR (book 3)

  CERIC (book 4)

  BION (book 5)

  CASSIUS (book 6)

  CELMUND (book 7)

  BURKHART (book 8)

  CAELIUS (book 9)

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you to my wonderful daughter who is the first to read and comment on my books, and all the laughs we have.

  To my family who believe in me, and to my readers for all their support. Without all of you, this dream wouldn’t be possible.

  Contents

  KATRINA 1

  DRACO 2

  KATRINA 3

  DRACO 4

  KATRINA 5

  DRACO 6

  KATRINA 7

  DRACO 8

  KATRINA 9

  DRACO 10

  KATRINA 11

  DRACO 12

  KATRINA 13

  DRACO 14

  KATRINA 15

  DRACO 16

  KATRINA 17

  DRACO 18

  KATRINA 19

  KATRINA 1

  I can feel the pain rushing through my body, the light starts to dim, and I try to fight to keep conscious. I need to make sure that Draco understands that there is danger. He needs to prepare for the attack Katya mentioned. If by any chance the Keres can penetrate the compound, it will be devastating, and it will be my fault if I can’t make him understand.

  All the women and children will be there, and I’m sure they have some plan, or they wouldn’t attack without one. “Draco.” My voice comes out in a whisper, but even speaking leaves me breathless. “You have to go stop the attack.”

  “It’s fine. Don’t tire yourself.” I can see the scowl on his face and the worry behind his eyes. The tension vibrating through his body reflects the anger and worry he is holding at bay. “I have warned the men,” he grunts as he strokes my cheek.

  “You . . . don’t understand.” I try to make him pay attention. I know I don’t have much time. I can feel my body shutting down. He needs to listen. “Draco . . . they have a plan; they helped the Keres.” I feel wetness by my lips and frown.

  “Don’t worry,” he mutters, and then his fingers still. “Fuck. Get the fucking doctor,” he shouts suddenly as he leans towards me. “Vixen, stay with me.” I feel the urgency in his words as his finger swipes at my lips. I try to smile, but then I see them coming away with blood. Why am I bleeding? “Katrina!” He starts to blur, and even though I fight to see him, darkness finally starts to descend.

  I hear shouting and other people speaking. I try to open my eyes, but it’s stronger than me, and finally, I let the darkness drag me down.

  I feel heat invading my body as if an inferno is burning inside of me. I want to shout and scream in agony, but no sound escapes my lips. I want to call out to Draco; I need him to help me make the burning go away, but I can’t move my lips. I can’t hear, see, or smell anything; all I can feel is the excruciating heat burning me alive. I don’t know how long I’m in this immense suffering, but then I feel a coolness start to descend over my body, and the burning starts to diminish.

  What is that beautiful melody? I can feel the pain now, but it’s manageable, and the burning sensation has gone. The tune of the song someone is singing is helping me relax, and then I realise that it must be Nova singing. They were right; she does sing like an angel. I can also feel hands on my body, but instead of warmth, I feel coolness, and instead of feeling afraid, I feel peace fill me. I let myself be taken by the peace of the song.

  I must have lost consciousness, because I start to hear a noise as if from afar, and even though I try to open my eyes to see what it is, they won’t open. “Hey, Brother, how is she doing today?” That sounds like Bjarni, and then I feel the warmth in my hand, the stroking of my skin on my wrist.

  “Still the same. Bion says she’s healing, but she still hasn’t woken up.” Draco’s voice sounds tired, and the stroking on my wrist stops at his words. “It’s been three fucking days.” There is anger in his voice, but I can also hear pain. Three days? What happened? I remember being in a hospital and desperately trying to make Draco listen so that he could prepare for the Keres’ attack, but then everything becomes blurry.

  Has something happened in the days I have been out? Am I still in the hospital? “You have a strong woman there,” Bjarni says.

  “Yes, she is. The internal bleeding nearly killed her, but she’s fighting it,” Draco states quietly. “Celmund has located Katya. I want her brought here. It’s her fault that Katrina was injured, and she will pay.” Now there is raw anger in Draco’s voice, an anger I can feel with every word.

  “She’s in a maximum-security facility of theirs. Do you want us to wait until she comes out, or do we need to find a way to breach the facility?” Bjarni asks.

  “They might fly her out if we leave her there for too long. Celmund is looking into every possible weakness. As soon as we have something, we are going in. Make sure the men are ready.” My heart starts to race at Draco’s words. They are thinking of going after Katya, but doing so, they will be going after a law enforcement officer. Even though I know Katya is guilty, this was a plan that more people were involved in, and that will bring more trouble if they hurt her.

  No matter how hard I try, I can’t open my eyes, so I concentrate on my hand and slowly feel myself closing my fingers. I need to try to calm Draco somehow, and I need to make him see that it would be a suicide mission to go after Katya and everyone who conspired against the Elementals.

  “Katrina?”

  I never really believed in love, but after meeting Draco and the feelings that he brings out in me, I have no doubt that I love this man holding my hand. He is stubborn and domineering, but I have never felt more alive and more fulfilled than when I’m near him. Even though we haven’t been together for long at all, I feel like I have known him my whole life, but most importantly, I feel that what he says to me is the truth. I feel the rightness in his words but also in his actions.

  I have always had trouble trusting in others, as I have found that most people have a double agenda, but since meeting Draco and all the others at the compound, I realize that everyone here is honest and selfless. It is so refreshing to not have to doubt everyone’s intentions and emotions all the time and just take everyone at their word.

  I feel a light kiss
on my forehead and want to smile but still feel difficulty moving. “Call Bion. I think she’s waking up. She just squeezed my hand,” Draco says, and I hear retreating footsteps that tell me Bjarni went to call Bion.

  “Don’t ever do this again.” I can hear the raw pain in his whispered words as I feel another light kiss, but this time on my lips. I can feel a warmth surrounding my heart as I realize that Draco has been worried about me. I know that I’m his mate and that we have a connection that nothing or no one can break, but because we have been together for such a short time, I sometimes feel insecure and wonder if maybe it’s just the mating bond that makes him be with me.

  Knowing that he is worried about me, hearing the pain in his voice, and feeling his caring touch as he lightly strokes my cheek has my worries put to rest. Draco has never told me that he loves me, but maybe I should be looking at his actions instead of waiting for his words. Draco is a force of nature, a force that is impossible to refuse.

  “You say she is waking up?” I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t hear any noise.

  “She tightened her fingers,” Draco states, and I can feel Bion taking hold of my other hand. I can tell he is taking my pulse.

  “Katrina, if you can hear me, try to squeeze my hand,” Bion says, which has me concentrating once again but this time on my other hand. Why can’t I open my eyes? I can feel myself tiring, but I need to show them that I can hear them and appease Draco.

  “That’s it,” I hear Bion state. “You’re right; Katrina is waking up. Just rest now, sweetheart. Don’t tire yourself.” I take his words to heart and let the darkness take me once again.

  I am brought back with the sound of voices. “We’re going to start a war if we do this.” That sounds like Wulf. Wulf was injured from the fight between the Elementals and Vercin. Hearing his voice tells me that he’s doing much better. I’m glad, as I like Wulf and Jasmine, and they deserve all the best.

  “We’re already at war.” Draco’s voice is low and angry, but I can feel that he’s trying to contain that anger. This time when I try to open my eyes, light blinds me, and I immediately shut them again. I try again, but this time, I open them only slightly so that I can adjust to the light.

  “We are at war with the Keres. This is different. I know you want to make them pay for everything they have done against us and for taking your woman, but this is a government agency, and if we go into this war, it is going to be very different from what we have had before,” Wulf states. I turn my head slightly and see Draco sitting on a chair beside my bed. His head is turned, and I can see the scowl on his face.

  “Draco.” His name comes out so softly that I thought he might not even hear it, but he immediately snaps around. His eyes are that magnetic blue as he leans over me. The scowl is gone, and in its place is a concerned look.

  “Vixen, you awake?” he murmurs as he kisses my forehead. “Are you in any pain?” I shake my head, as my throat is dry and I also don’t want to worry him anymore than he already is. I feel pain in my abdomen and chest, but it’s manageable, so no use saying anything.

  “Water.” At my request, he immediately turns, and I can hear a noise. A minute later, he has a glass to my lips. He places his hand under my head and lifts it slightly.

  “Slowly,” he murmurs as I take a sip and then another, the coolness of the water soothing my throat. “Enough for now. I’ll give you more again soon.” He pulls the glass away from my lips and lets my head down on the pillow again. The slight movement has made the pain intensify, but I won’t complain. At least my throat isn’t feeling raw any longer.

  I take a better look at him and am surprised at how he looks; he clearly hasn’t been taking care of himself. His eyes are tired, clearly showing his lack of sleep. He hasn’t shaved, and his T-shirt is wrinkled. “Have they attacked?” I need to know if what Katya said has come to pass.

  “No, nothing has happened,” he says. “Don’t worry, we are prepared.”

  Did Katya maybe stop the attack knowing that I would tell the Elementals about it?

  “How is Caelius?” My voice is croaky, but I force myself to talk, as I need to know if Caelius pulled through.

  “I will live.” At Caelius’s voice, I slowly turn my head and see that I’m on one of the beds in the infirmary, and on the bed next to me is Caelius looking drained but alive. I feel such relief knowing that he survived. Wulf is also there, but he’s leaning against Caelius’s bed, facing us.

  “Nice of you to join us. We were all worried,” Wulf says with a smile, and I see that he’s still slightly pale and favouring his side but otherwise looks fine.

  “Thank you . . . Katrina,” Caelius says. He sounds just as croaky as me, but the important thing is that he’s alive. I smile but don’t say anything as I feel tears threatening to fall. When the chopper went down and I realized that Caelius was injured, I panicked, but thank goodness that I thought to give him blood.

  Wulf saying that they were worried about me touched me deeply, as I have never really had anyone worry about me. I slightly remember my mother, but I was young when she died, and I was sent into foster care. Having others worry about me is something I always craved but never thought I would ever have, especially as I got older and joined social care.

  The things we see, the selfishness people show had started to harden me, and I think that was one of the reasons I was depressed. I had always admired honesty, and with time, the lies everyone told each other for their own benefit, not caring how they hurt others, started to get to me.

  “We think there were three men and one woman who took you. Is that correct?” Wulf asks, interrupting my train of thought. I see the vein in his neck pulsing, a sign that he’s less relaxed than he is showing.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you hear any of their names?” Wulf asks.

  “Enough. She needs to rest,” Draco intervenes, his tone not allowing for an argument. Wulf frowns but nods.

  “No,” I say to answer Wulf’s question before I look back at Draco. I want to say so much more, but one thing is true—I am tired, and even though my body hurts and my head is starting to pound, I feel at peace. Even knowing that we might be attacked and that there is a group of people trying to end the Elementals, I feel safe, and I know that it might be naïve to think like this, but I believe completely in Draco and the other Elementals, and I know that we shall persevere one way or another.

  DRACO 2

  “I heard your woman is conscious,” Cassius says as he walks into the computer room. I called for a meeting now that I know Katrina is going to be fine, but I want to get this over with as soon as possible so I can get back to her. I need to organize the transportation of the guns for Alexei, and I need to make sure that we are safe before we can move forward and capture the motherfuckers responsible for hurting my woman and for all the pain and heartache we have had through the years.

  The anger that has coursed through my body ever since I found out that Katrina was taken hasn’t gone away. I wasn’t able to keep my woman safe, and that I can’t accept. What kind of leader or mate am I if I can’t even protect my woman? That feeling of uselessness still haunts me. My woman needed me, and I wasn’t able to help her. I have never felt more powerless like I felt when I saw her hurt and wasn’t able to help her.

  I will make sure that the compound is safe, that no one is able to get close to any of our women ever again. This is my responsibility, and I will not fail again. I will die before anyone ever lays a hand on any of the women at this compound, but especially Katrina. To know that she hurts, that she’s in pain, and that I can’t take it away is debilitating. It eats at me to the point that I want to smash everything around me.

  I know that if I give in to the anger choking me, I will destroy everything in my path, which is why I’m keeping such a tight rein on myself. When Katrina stopped breathing in the hospital, I lost it. My whole world as I knew it stopped making sense the whole time it took them to bring her back. The memory of that
moment still affects me in a way I don’t think will ever go away. Luckily, she only stopped breathing for a few seconds, so I didn’t have a lot of time to destroy much, but it was enough to worry the men.

  I thought that no matter what happened, I would always be able to control myself before I ended my life, because that is the only way I can be stopped, or if someone manages to kill me. But I could never be prepared for seeing Katrina stop breathing. I know she’s my mate, and I know that our mates are the most important part of our lives once we find them, but I never thought they overwhelmed everything within us. That my emotions, my feelings, my every breath would be controlled by that wisp of a woman surprised me.

  “Yes, Bion says she’s healing and should be back to normal in a couple weeks,” I state as I look at Cassius. He places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes in understanding before letting go.

  “I’m relieved to hear that,” he says before moving towards his chair and sitting down as Ceric and Bjarni walk in. All the men at one time or another would come in to sit with me and check up on Wulf and Caelius. The women too. Brielle used her gift of healing, and Nova used her beautiful voice to heal and calm. It still amazes me how such a beautiful voice can come out of such a mischievous woman. Nova is just what Ceric deserves. They are both a handful, but they bring life to this compound and are an asset in everyone’s life here. Celmund, Burkhart, and Brandr walk in next. All three look at me, nod, and then take their seats. A minute later, Gunner walks in, followed by Bion and Wulf. Wulf is still struggling but moving around on his own.

  Caelius is the only one missing, but he’s still in the infirmary. I will keep him updated when I see him later. “Let’s start,” I call out, which has everyone looking at me and quietening. “We need to move the weapons. Alexei is getting impatient, and this time, the load is heavier than before.” I go on to explain the difference in the order compared to previous ones and can see the concern on the faces of some of the brothers around the table.