Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates novel Chapter 122

Lia

Meeting with the coven wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I had to do it. There was little choice in the matter as I saw it.

My mates were supportive, and so was the rest of my pack. They understood that if we didn’t do this and strike a deal with the Rosewater Clan then we were thoroughly fucked.

And so was the world.

I almost couldn’t blame the coven for deciding to let it burn. They weren’t as powerful as they once were, and their hard work at looking over the dragons was now over.

But they never told us this. They never bothered to warn people or explain to me what my connection was to the coven. Now we were scrambling around last minute, trying to get this dragon situation under control.

They responded to us, taking their elder, agreeing to meet. We would release them, and they would assist us.

Some of my mates were against it, thinking they were going to betray us. I didn’t trust them as far as I could throw them, but I was desperate.

In the morning, we met on the edge of the deserted town. I watched as one of the elders approached. She didn’t hesitate to close the distance between us, looking over the elder we had captured.

“I trust you are well?”

The woman nodded. “They were harsh but never laid a finger on me.” “Good.”

She scurried back to her coven, leaving us alone with the elder, who was staring at me intently.

It was like she was looking through me. I kept my shoulders squared, looking her straight in the eyes. She wasn’t going to scare me.

The eider’s steps were slow but deliberate, her silence stretching as if testing my patience. I tried not to fidget, keeping my shoulders squared and my expression steady. My mates remained a few paces behind, their energy coiled tight-ready for a fight if things went sideways. I had to make sure they didn’t.

“You say you want to stop the dragons,” she said finally, her voice low. “But do you understand what you’re asking? To rebind them is to interfere with forces older and more dangerous than anything you’ve faced.”

“I understand the risks,” I said, even though the weight of those words felt heavier with every second. “But if we don’t do this, no one else will. The coven’s made that clear.”

She let out a bitter chuckle. “The coven always thinks they know best until the consequences fall on someone else.” I swallowed. “Can your clan help us or not?”

The elder stopped abruptly, turning to face me. “Why should we?” she asked. “The last time our people got involved with the dragons, it nearly destroyed us. My loyalty is to my blood-not to the coven, not to you.”

I clenched my jaw. “You’re right,” I admitted, surprising even myself. “You don’t owe us anything. But if you think the dragons will spare your blood when they wake, you’re fooling yourself.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line.. “And you think you can stop them?”

“I have to.” My voice shook slightly, but I didn’t back down. “You think I asked for this? I didn’t. But I’m the one tied to them.

That means I’m the only chance anyone’s got.”

For a long moment, she said nothing. Behind me, I felt Colby shift, impatience rolling off him in waves, but I kept my focus on her. She was testing me-I knew that much. If I cracked, she’d walk away.

Finally, she sighed, as if the decision weighed on her more than she wanted to admit. “Bravery,” she murmured. “Or foolishness. Sometimes, there’s no difference.”

“I’m starting to figure that out,” I muttered under my breath.

She stared. “To stop them, you need to find an ancient relic. It was what we originally cursed, so you need to bring us this relic so we can reforge the curse.”

“And this will work?”

“Perhaps.”

I stared. “What the hell do you mean, perhaps?”

“They are waking up, and those that have awoken will likely stay awake. When it comes to those that still sleep, reforging the original spell and curse will help, but our coven is no longer at its top strength-and the dragons have been sleeping for centuries. It might not work.”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of the eider’s bargain settle over me. “Ask me again after we break into a dragon stronghold,” I said, my voice lighter than I felt.

Jesse shook his head. “A suicide mission and an open-ended favor. You sure know how to keep things interesting.” “Glad to keep you entertained,” I muttered.

The elder shifted, drawing our attention back to her. “If you’re serious, I suggest you start preparing immediately. The dragons’ magic is already stirring-it won’t wait for you to be ready.”

I exhaled through my nose. “We’ll handle it.”

She gave a small, cold smile. “I hope you do. Otherwise, there won’t be anything left to save.” Without another word, she turned and walked back toward the edge of the town, leaving us alone with the weight of what we’d just agreed to.

For a long moment, none of us spoke.

Finally, Colby clapped his hands together. “Well,” he said. “Looks like we’ve got a heist to plan.”

I rolled my eyes. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He grinned. “What can I say? I love a challenge.”

This was a challenge that none of us were ready for, I feared. But what choice did we have?

I didn’t like that I had some ties to these dragons, more than 1 understood. It almost felt like it was fate for this to happen, something I usually scoffed at.

Except, fate was powerful. Fate had brought me my four mates and as much as I tried to fight it, it got us to the point where we were together.

This just proved fate could not be stopped.