Dragon Age: Awakening Romance Novels & Stories

Fated Hearts Chapter 2: Awakening Bonds The morning light filtered through the curtains of the lodge room, but the heat inside had nothing to do with the sun. I woke nestled between three powerful bodies, their warmth enveloping me completely. Ronan’s arm was draped possessively over my waist, Lucien’s breath ghosted across my neck, and Kai’s leg was tangled with mine. The mating bond pulsed steadily, a golden thread connecting all four of us. It felt both terrifying and incredibly right.

Take care of yourself. Seven words. No apology. No real explanation beyond "something." No heart emoji he used to add to every message during our first two years together. I stared at the screen until my vision blurred. Rowan Thorne. Alpha of Silver Ridge. My husband. My fated mate. Three years ago, he carried me over the threshold of our house, whispering promises of forever while moonlight spilled across the floor. He left the city behind with me, traded skyscrapers for forest trails. For a while, the fairy tale felt real.

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

“I didn’t fall in love with the daughter of the Lycan King, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the girl who likes her coffee to taste like it came from a candy shop. I fell in love with the girl who could break glass when she tries to sing high notes. I fell in love with the girl who is stronger and kinder than almost anybody I know. I fell in love with you, my mate, because you’re amazing.” Her eyes move slowly over my face, searching for something. “I love you, Aurora.” “Do you really mean that?” I lean in, kissing her softly before whispering, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” “Then, yes.” I pull back, confused. “Yes what?” “I want to marry you, Thorne.” Then, she pulls

"Is that all? We merely upended six hundred years of social order and started an evolutionary revolution." His smile transformed his face, erasing the royal authority he'd worn like armour throughout the day. He moved toward me with deliberate grace, his hands finding my waist as if they belonged there. "And now?" he asked, his voice dropping to a register that sent shivers across my newly sensitive skin. "Now," I replied, reaching up to trace the luminescent patterns along his temples, "we discover who we are when the world isn't watching." As his lips found mine, I felt our bond surge with renewed intensity. The walls around us responded, their crystalline surfaces blooming with patterns t

Now I couldn't imagine existence without her. She turned in my arms, rising on tiptoes to press her forehead against mine. "I love you too," she replied, her smile soft in the moonlight. "More than I ever thought possible." I lowered my head to capture her lips with mine, tasting chocolate and wine and the essence that was uniquely Amelia. Her arms wound around my neck, her body pressing against mine with familiar heat. Through our bond, I felt Athena's happiness mingling with Ares's satisfaction—our wolves as content in their mating as we were in ours.

I clung to him like an anchor, like he was the only thing keeping me from being torn apart by the storm raging inside me. “Please touch me,” I whispered against his lips, barely recognizing my own voice. “I can’t….please.” He didn’t hesitate. His strong hand lifted me and guided me back until the edge of the bed pressed against my legs. He kissed me deeper and harder as if he understood exactly what was happening to me without a single word being said. I collapsed onto the stone bed, breathless, overwhelmed. The Awakening surged higher, hotter, my body arching as silver light flared across my skin, the runes responding to every spike of power. My lust and my magic tangled together, inseparab

“Good. Maybe now they’ll stop acting like I’m some kind of glass figurine.” Rion leans forward, fingers cold but steady as they cup her chin and tilt her head so he can kiss her. His lips are soft, careful, but there’s an iron resolve behind the gentleness, as if he’s sealing the union with a promise only the two of them understand. She tastes winter on his tongue, the faint sting of juniper and frost. Draven’s hand never leaves her waist. He shifts up behind her, pressing his lips to the dragon mark between her shoulder blades. The contact ignites the brand anew, and a sigh escapes her—half pain, half exquisite pleasure.

They can only compare to a cerulean blue, but they have a translucency to them that a crayon color could never replicate. He must feel her eyes on him because their eyes finally meet. Sera freezes, transfixed by his beauty. She finds that she can't move a muscle. He has a spell on her. This handsome stranger glances down to her lips, and she loses her breath, his hand reaching up to the tip of her chin. Tightening his grip around her waist, he draws her even closer against his firm physique. Upon contact, there's a pulse of electricity firing through Sera's entire body, beginning from where he touches her waist and shooting out to her toes, fingertips, and every red strand of hair on her hea

He kisses me on the temple with passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true. AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but this will be the last from Alora's story. Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx