All Chapters of Bound To The Dragon Who Dreamed Of Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sky welcomed him like a verdict.Winds tore at his wings, silver mist clawed at his scales, and the mountain rose beneath him—black teeth of stone and iron, carved halls that had slept through centuries. Dragonfire throbbed under his skin, a slow, patient heartbeat that matched the bond at his ribs. With every beat he felt her: small, warm, wrapped in his scent, sleeping beneath blankets he had chosen for her. Safe. His.Mine.The thought steadied him enough to keep flying.The kingdom peeled itself out of cloud in slow, deliberate layers. Towers of obsidian and basalt, bridges strung like the ribs of some great beast, wards that shimmered faintly against the dawn. But the world he returned to was not the one he had left. Light winked from glass and steel where there had once been only rune and torch. Music threaded through courtyards. Children—half-dragon, half-human, all curious—ran with glowing devices in their hands. Humans walked openly beneath carved lintels, their voices br

The apartment held its breath after her friends left.Not empty. Never empty now. Vaelrion’s scent lingered in the fabric of the couch, in the hollow of the pillows, braided into the hoodie she still wore. The bond thrummed beneath her ribs—steady, warm, an animal drum that reminded her, insistently, that somewhere above the clouds her mate waited.Mine, Eloise purred, content and lazy.Lyra moved through the small kitchen like someone learning the layout of a new body. Rain stitched the windows with silver thread. She stacked takeout containers with slow, deliberate hands, the ordinary motions grounding her in a life that felt suddenly fragile. Behind her, strong arms slid around her waist and the world folded into a single, perfect pressure.“You’re hovering,” she murmured.“I am supervising,” he answered, voice low and amused.“You watched me throw away napkins.”“A dangerous task.”She smiled despite herself. Gods—this male. He fit around her like a promise.Vaelrion lowered his

The moment they stepped onto pack territory, everything changed.Lyra felt it instantly. The forest itself seemed to tense around them. Cold air carried pine and snow, and wolves moved silently between the trees flanking the main compound—watching, scenting, reacting to the unmistakable signature rolling off her skin.Dragon. Claimed. Mated.Whispers started before they even reached the pack house.“That’s her—” “She came back—” “Who is that male?” “His scent…” “Gods…”Vaelrion walked beside her like a storm wearing a human shape. His black coat shifted in the frozen wind, gold eyes sharp and unblinking. Ancient dominance radiated from him so heavily that wolves instinctively stepped aside as he passed.Not because he demanded it. Because instinct recognized something older. Deadlier.King.His hand rested at the small of her back the entire walk—possessive, grounding, openly claiming her.Mine.The bond pulsed with it.The front doors opened before they reached them.Her father stood

The guest wing felt unreal after the chaos outside. No shouting. No growling. No wolves whispering in fear. Just warmth. Just quiet. Just him.Vaelrion closed the heavy bedroom doors. Dragon guards took their places in the hallway. Still protecting. Always protecting. When the lock clicked, he exhaled sharply — and the terrifying king from the courtyard finally began to crack.Lyra turned, but he reached her first. One hand wrapped around her waist. The other cupped the back of her neck. He pulled her against his chest like he needed to feel she was real.Mine. The bond pulsed with it — not angry, but relieved.“You frightened me,” he said, voice rough.Lyra blinked. “I frightened you?”“You shifted unexpectedly. In the middle of a hostile courtyard.”She winced. “Okay… fair.”“You looked like you were about to kill someone,” she said.“I was.” No hesitation. No shame.“You can’t just say that casually.”“You were threatened.”“And you threatened them back.”“They learned quickly.”

The pack house felt foreign the next morning.Not because the walls had changed, but because the wolves inside them had. Conversations stuttered to silence when Lyra entered. Eyes tracked her too long—curious, fearful, uncertain—and the weight of those looks cut deeper than she expected.She moved through the eastern hall in one of Vaelrion’s dark sweaters and tight black leggings, silver catching the light at the claiming mark at her throat. Dragon guards kept a measured distance behind her, always there, always watching. The pack noticed the escort the moment they stepped into the doorway.Whispers trailed her like a shadow. “That’s the mark…” “She shifted…” “Did you see the wings?” “He threatened the north.” “He’s a dragon king.” “She’s mated to him…” Each murmur felt like a small blade.Eloise bristled beneath Lyra’s skin. Pack nervous. “I noticed,” she said, and Lyra almost choked on the thought. Eloise wanted to bite; Lyra had to remind her—no. Not now.The kitchen fell quiet wh