A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 1007: You’re Mine

After saying his goodbyes to Pamela and Josie, who were off to a photoshoot in Central London, Archer agreed to attend her next session. He left the dining hall and bumped into Nancy, dressed in her workout gear.

His eyes took in her toned, warrior-like figure, clearly appreciating her beauty. Noticing his interest, she smiled and teased, "Like what you see, handsome? Are you still coming to my fight next Thursday?"

Archer nodded before answering, "Of course, Nance, I will return to the mansion and travel with you unless you want me to fly us there."

Nancy shook her head, "We're traveling with my boxing team, and I want them to meet you," she said with a smile.

The two of them said goodbye before Archer cast the Gate to his mother's house in Rosemary Beach. He quickly stepped through it, appeared in the back garden, and noticed it was the middle of the night.

'Timezones,' Archer thought with a chuckle. 'I keep forgetting.'

He used Blink to appear inside, where everyone was sleeping except his mother. Michelle was sitting on one of the sofas while looking out the window. Archer approached and sat beside her before speaking, "Hey, Mom. I heard some suits were here for me."

When Michelle heard his voice, she jumped before shaking her head and replying with a smile. "Ellie thinks it's the government, but it could be anyone."

"We'll see in the morning," he replied, gazing at the starry sky.

Archer could feel her eyes on him, and after a moment, her curious voice broke the silence. "Was your childhood as terrible as Nyx and Maeve said?"

He turned to the woman who had once played a significant role in his life. With a bittersweet smile, he answered, "Yes, it wasn't easy. But it's shaped who I am today. When you have a mother who abuses you, you learn to cope. Eventually, the pain stops bothering you-at least, on the surface."

Michelle frowned, her concern deepening. She quickly took his hand, her voice trembling with nervousness. "Did they ever... lay hands on you?"

Archer winced at her question, but after a moment, he forced himself to push the discomfort aside. With a solemn nod, he replied, "Yes. Not as often as the verbal abuse, but it still haunts me to this day."

"Even though you're a dragon?" she questioned.

He nervously laughed before answering, "When something affects your psyche regardless of what I am. It will always be with me; I remember every time they hit me."

Michelle's frown deepened as she suddenly pulled him into a tight hug. Her voice, laced with sadness, trembled as she spoke. "I'm so sorry for everything you've been through, Arch. No child should ever endure that, especially after you gave your life protecting Alexa."

Archer leaned back, gazing at the sky as he mused aloud, "Life is beautiful... strange and full of mysteries."

Before he could think even more, the older woman gently pulled him toward her. With a playful smile, she guided his head onto her lap, her touch tender but confident, "Rest here, handsome," she whispered, stroking his hair. "I'll make sure you relax."

Hearing the warmth in her voice, Archer smiled, his head resting comfortably on her thick thigh. As she gently played with his white hair, a wave of calm washed over him. Her touch felt like home.

"I'm so happy you came back, darling," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "You may not look the same or act like you used to, but that caring side of you... it's still there."

Archer smiled as her words washed over him, but a shiver ran down his spine when Michelle's fingers grazed his ear. Goosebumps prickled across his skin, and he involuntarily tensed, which made Michelle giggle.

Her laughter made her chest bounce slightly, a playful ripple disrupting the peaceful moment. Without hesitation, she gently rested her soft curves on Archer's head, and the unexpected sensation made him tense up in surprise.

With a teasing smile, Archer glanced up at her, his voice light but curious. "What are you doing, Michelle?"

"What are you talking about?" she answered with a knowing grin.

Archer shrugged before closing his eyes as the soft feeling relaxed. While doing that, Michelle started playing with his ears again, but this time, she did something from his past life and squeezed his cheek, causing him to smile.

"Ah, so you still remember my cheek pinches?" she said in an amused voice while looking at him.

He nodded while reminiscing about his past and her habit of grabbing his cheeks, which made the older woman happy for a reason he didn't know. Archer was confused, but Michelle said, "It seems a part of my boy still resides in you, but it is clear that you're not the same."'

"You're probably right. It's most likely the reason I can still love all my women and show emotions," Archer revealed. "For the first few years, I lost myself. Well, I'm still lost, but it's not like it's that bad."

"Is it true you murder people?" Michelle asked a strange question, which caused his eyes to

narrow.

Archer sighed before nodding, "Yes. I've killed millions. I was thirteen in a world of monsters and people trying to kill me, so I had to do what was necessary to live until I founded the Draconia Kingdom."

"Is that your and the girl's homeland back in your new world?" Michelle inquired while playing with his hair.

He nodded with a smile, gazing out the window as he spoke. "Yes, I've built a place where everyone who contributes to the kingdom is welcomed. Right now, there are billions of Draconians, all fiercely loyal to the Wyldheart Family."

Michelle beamed as she replied, "That's good, darling, but I'm more concerned with you. I can see the struggle in your eyes. Remember, now that you're back, I'm always here to talk and listen if you need an ear."'

Archer didn't know how to react, but when she sat him up, she continued speaking, "You're like a broken teapot that was glued back together. One knock or fall, then you will break and

go wild."

''That's happened a few times already," he revealed with a chuckle. "I see red and kill everything around me, which scares me sometimes as the girls are always with me."'

Michelle began to giggle, her eyes twinkling with affection. "You wouldn't harm them, even if you were enraged. How you look at them is so full of love, it's almost overwhelming. But those three truly bask in it."

The conversation flowed easily as they reminisced about the past. After some time, Michelle offered to make him a hot chocolate, which he gratefully accepted with a smile. While waiting, he heard the sound of three pairs of footsteps approaching.

That's when his three women entered the room with knowing smiles, each wearing new nightgowns that caught his eye. Ashoka's white gown contrasted beautifully with her dark brown skin, a combination he found especially striking.

'How did I get such a beautiful woman? The God of Luck must love me.'

The fabric was barely holding in her well-endowed chest, drawing Archer's gaze with its charm. He shook his head to refocus, reminding himself to stay grounded despite the surge of

lust.

'Wow, she's stunning,' he thought, admiring Ashoka's flawless figure.

His gaze shifted to Maeve, who wore a stunning emerald green gown that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her fluffy orange hair was tied into a neat ponytail, adding to her elegant

appearance.

Archer's eyes were drawn to her stockings, which extended her long legs and highlighted her shapely thighs. Maeve's smile was warm, and her grey eyes sparkled with affection, making it

clear how much she cared.

Nyx's teasing voice broke through his thoughts. "Are you just going to stare at us, husband?" She settled into the opposite sofa with the other women.

Archer's gaze shifted to Nyx, whose yellow nightgown accentuated her athletic figure. Her mismatched eyes shimmered with affection. With a playful smile, he replied, "Why shouldn't

I admire my beautiful women?"

They all smiled at Archer's response, but Michelle's voice soon interjected. "Would you ladies like some hot chocolate? I'm making some for Arch."

"Yes, please!" the three women answered in unison.

Archer chuckled at their coordinated response as they came over to greet him with a kiss. He got up and walked towards the window to look out while thinking, but something caught his

attention.

A storm was racing toward the coast, and he felt dread, so he warned the women, "Prepare to help if I call for you three."

With a surge of determination, Archer cast Blink, instantly appearing outside. Summoning his mighty wings, he launched into the sky, soaring toward the approaching threat. As he

ascended, he glared at a formidable figure high above.

'You're mine,' he thought with an evil smile.

The thrill of the hunt ignited within him, and with a roar that reverberated for miles, Archer hurtled toward the enemy. He collided with the foe, a nightmarish Cthulhu-like creature, and

unleashed his fury.

Teeth bared, claws slashing, and tail whipping, Archer tore into the creature with savage

intensity. The stranger was caught off guard, its surprise giving way to terror as he

dismantled it limb from limb.

But the battle was far from over-more monstrous beings emerged from the darkness, ready

to face his wrath.

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