His Suffering

The whisps in the air surrounded Nicholas and Amora. Their bodies continued to tangle with each other through the night. The softness of Amora’s hair, the feather like touches she traced on several of his tribal tattoos had Nicholas’ dragon purring. Nicholas was over the blue moon. He had long awaited for his mate and here she was.

Nicholas couldn’t understand how his mate was right under his nose the entire time. He had spent many years with Amora, always thought of her as attractive, and wanted to give her more than her supposed mate ever did. Adam was a busy Alpha, always putting the tribe first, but when his demands for Amora came to a head when he needed her most, she complied, almost hesitating.

Nicholas saw it from the very beginning. The light colored dragon head on her shoulder should have been his first clue, but he shouldn’t question his alpha, so he let it be. Now her shoulder was covered with his mark, the light colored mark from Ad