Cedric may not have figured it out yet, but he's saving his mate. I've decided to try a new update schedule. My plan is to update 9 chapters a week for this book. So, 1-2 chapters a day. My other book, Shattered Bonds will also be updating 9 chapters a week. If you haven't tried my Guardian series, give it a try.
I can’t believe I’m helping a dragon. I’m trying really hard not to fanboy, but I never expected to be in such close proximity to one of these magical, beautiful creatures. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to her. I don’t feel the same draw to Avani, but I feel an almost unignorable pull to this dragon. She’s beautiful, strong and so graceful. When I saw the harpoon launch and puncture her wing, I was furious. I took all that fury out on the man who shot her. But then Troy was there, fighting me, and trying to kill me. I finally got the upper hand and threw him over the rim of the arena. I don’t know if he survived. I didn’t have time to worry about it. The dragon, Red, as I’ve started calling her in my head, got hit by a second harpoon and without my help, she won’t be able to get out of here. She won’t even be able to shift. If she did, the harpoon would certainly rip her in half. Her scent is overwhelming me. She smells so much like Tana. I’ll have to rethink what kind of shifter my
I’m in and out of consciousness. I have no idea how much time has passed but each time I wake, the pain is lessened. At first, the pain was all consuming. I felt sore everywhere. I couldn’t even make my body move. Over time, it became easier to manage the pain but my body’s exhaustion with trying to heal wouldn’t allow me to stay awake long. I have no idea where I am or who saved me. Was it Cedric? Avani? Ishir? “Open your fucking eyes, Tana.” I hear Avani order me. Even now, he’s so arrogant. As if I would open my eyes just because he demanded it. However, since I want to know where I am and what happened, I do open my eyes. When I do, I’m shocked at what I see. Avani looks terrible. He’s always prided himself on being composed, stoic, in control. His black hair now has emerald green streaks in it. A definite sign that he’s agitated. It takes effort for him to keep his dragon’s coloring out of his hair. If the streaks are there, then he’s lost a some of his carefully held control.
My mate is a dragon. No matter how many times I say it to myself, it doesn’t sink in. My mate is a dragon. After making sure that all of the supernaturals got out of the cages, we packed up and me and my warriors headed home. The three-day journey gave me plenty of time to think. My mate is a dragon. Fuck! I offended a dragon because I thought she was an Alpha werewolf, and she wasn’t. The Moon Goddess gifted me with a dragon for a mate and I snubbed her. My mate AND the Moon Goddess. What do I know about dragons? I begin searching my memory for what Ishir said in the arena over a year ago. There are only four, and I’ve met two. They are based on the elements. Tana is obviously the fire dragon. That leaves air, water and earth. I remember Ishir saying that he had met Avani and that he is the Earth dragon. Ishir seems friendly with both dragons. Maybe it’s not Ishir that is with Tana, maybe it’s Avani. And that bastard. He knew. When he called me out for not knowing what Tana was,
After I returned home from the last arena, Kenna was very needy. She never wanted to let me out of her sight, she cried when I’d leave for work in the mornings and as soon as I got home, she wouldn’t let go of me. I started taking her out to the mountains to continue to work with her on her dragon abilities. A year after I got harpooned, my daughter finally had her first shift. I was such a proud momma. She’s a beautiful dragon. She’s a miniature version of me, a red dragon, but she has two black streaks, one on each side running from her face to her tail. Those come from her father. She’s taken part of his black hair into her coloring. It’s beautiful. And, according to Jena, Palila and Ish, she also got her father’s Alpha aura. Apparently when she was having a temper tantrum, she’d told them to leave her alone. They didn’t tell her, but they told me that they couldn’t go to her. They had to wait until she came to them. Kenna’s at a difficult age. Now that she’s two years old and ha
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me, Ced?” Bastian and I have gotten a lot closer so when we’re in private, he calls me by my name. Or in this case, the nickname he gave me. “Bastian, I have a mate. I don’t care how attractive this woman is, I need to focus on finding my dragon.” “You’re loss. She’s beautiful AND smart.” “Trust me, she won’t hold a candle, or a flame, haha, to my mate.” “Your loss.” “Just figure out what’s going on with our finances.’ “Will do.” After he leaves, I look at the reports from the trackers. They’ve been getting whiffs of Troy here and there, but nothing substantial. However, there is something else that stands out to me. I look it over several times before sending a mind link to Galen. He knocks twice before walking in. “What’s up, Ced?” He and Bastian are more alike than not. I turn the file I’m holding around and push it to the edge of my desk. “What’s this?” He comes over, taking a look at what I’ve pointed out. He takes the file and s
“Who are you?” My daughter asks the werewolf standing beside us. I really don’t want to engage with this man any more than I have to. It’s risky enough being in a business relationship with a werewolf, but now he’s seen my daughter. If Cedric were to ever find out that I have a child, he might figure out that she’s his. Werewolves are known for being possessive and as a Lycan he would be even more so. I have no doubt he would fight me to get her. Bastian reaches out his hand. “Hello young lady. My name is Bastian Dolph. What’s yours?” She turns and looks at me, waiting for me to nod that it’s okay. It’s not, but I don’t want her to worry. She shakes his hand. “I’m Kenna Blaze.” “Miss Blaze, you are just as beautiful as your mother.” He says. I see my daughter’s nose go up in the air. She’s never smelled a werewolf shifter before. Bastian notices and leans in. “Werewolf.” He whispers to my daughter conspiratorially. I watch as Jena’s eyes widen. I subtly shake my head, so she doesn
Well, my mate may be willing to let me help her when she’s injured, but she certainly made it clear that she doesn’t want to spend any more time with me than she has to. But if she thinks that’s it, she’s got another thing coming. I won’t give up that easily. There’s no way I’m leaving her and Ishir and possibly Avani to fight against these people. When we get back to the packhouse, I call Bastian and Galen into my office again. As they walk up the hallway, I can hear them talking. “No way she’ more attractive than our Luna.” I hear Galen saying. “I’m telling you, she’s gorgeous and there’s something about her.” Bastian says as they walk into the office. “What? What is so special about her?” Galen says. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s her red hair or her green eyes.” That gets my attention. “She’s got red hair and green eyes?” I ask sharply. “Well, yes, Alpha. I thought I mentioned that before.” “No, you didn’t. What else can you tell me about her.” Could Tana be hiding in the human
After Ishir contacted Avani, he and I went to look at the arena again. When we got there, all the lights in on the ground made it look like a spotlight on the arena. From high above the ground, we could see that there weren’t four, but eight harpoon launchers. We could also see exactly how thick the walls are and we are able to see down into the, as yet, uncovered hole in the ground where the supernaturals are being housed. Those cages are going to be nearly impossible to get open. I landed with Avani and immediately smelled Cedric’s scent of spring rain. I put my finger to my lips, so Avani knows not to say anything. Of course, when he walks out to talk to Cedric, he has to antagonize him. Afterward, we flew to my penthouse. We sit down at my dining room table with Ishir and begin drawing out what we saw in order to make a plan. “Were you serious about contacting Kaylani and Zephyr?” I ask Avani. He looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “We need them. At least one of them. Eight harpoo