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“You are the Commander, but you cannot command destiny. You cannot touch her because your aura will crush her. You cannot reject her because the bond will kill you both. You are trapped, Draven. We are looking at a living nightmare.” I closed my eyes, forcing Karl’s furious roars into a corner of my mind. We've heard stories of dragons tearing themselves apart because they could not survive the loss. True mates were rare precisely because the bond was merciless. It gave everything or destroyed everything. “Then she stays ignorant. I stay away and pray to the Creator that the world never finds out what she is to me.”

he hissed. I closed my eyes and imagined my dragon, but something was wrong. My body was shaking and sweat dripped down my chin, between my breasts, but I couldn’t shift. My body felt strange and my dragon felt far. “Is something behind me?” “Ifrinn.” I had never seen an Ifrinn in my life, but I knew these were creatures from a dark dimension. The hounds from hell. “What should I do? I can’t shift.”

I winced again. Finn, you great bloody beast, take me. Because I swear to all the gods that if you leave me unsatisfied, I'll destroy you. How could you let that bitch spread those lies about you? About her? Drace snarled over the shared dragon connection. I looked up and saw the darting forms of their humongous bodies in the air as if they were arrows from an archer's bow. I shook my head. Now really isn't the time for you two to go on a sex parade, you know.

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

Staring at her blankly, I waited for her to continue explaining it to me. “Let me put it this way. Your souls are connected. You will feel each other and be drawn to each other no matter how much you resist. Since you tried to kill yourself, Cyran thought that by making you his mate, you won’t try it again. You see, if you do kill yourself, you will be killing him as well. If he dies, you will die also. Just as I told you yesterday, once mated to a Dragon, you will be connected to each other.” I still didn’t fully grasp the concept, but I decided that I would let it be for now. I somewhat understood what she was saying. I wrote fantasy novels about Dragons. Kellan’s words about my book being

CHAPTER 11 The Dragon pulled out the toy from inside me with force as he threw it to the ground he ran his fingers through his hair as he paced the room. He utters curse words as he takes a few swings of punches to the far wall. He's acting as if I tainted him with my virginity like I'm some kind of wild animal that just gave him rabies yet here I am still hanging up by my arms that I haven't been able to feel for Quite some time now my legs are also numb and are still chained and spread wide open.

He has mine and he always will, even if he chooses to cast it aside. As I walk through the main entry area, I hear a crash and yelling outside. “Lab Dragon!” “Uppity, arrogant elf!” I recognize the two voices, Daichi is the dragon and Fenian is the elf. Lab dragon has become a very derogatory term for the dragons that aren’t technically ‘real’ dragons, but they aren’t hybrids either. Daichi was created in The Chief’s lab with Avani’s DNA. Fenian comes from Yhendorn’s elven troupe, a pure elf.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

Dragon sat with Jenny and her triplets around a small fire, its flames dancing gently and casting shifting shadows across their faces. Jerry sat beside Jackson, with Jakiri next to them. Towering over them, Dragon, with his fiery red eyes and commanding presence, exuded an aura that kept everyone on edge. Finally, there was Jenny. Jerry looked up at Dragon with a curious smile and asked, “You’ve told us a lot about werewolf customs, but there’s one question that has always fascinated me. What’s the story of the mate? And how does a werewolf find their destined partner?”

she announced until Dante grabbed his weapon from her as he sat up. “Not with my sword, you aren't,” he asserted, bringing a pout to her face. Sliding it back into the sheath on his back, the entire weapon poofed away into black mist, captivating me. “How could Aurora hold it?” I questioned my wolf and heard her laughing. “Because Dante's Djinn accepted Aurora as worthy,” she replied after her laugh. “But they are opposite, he's dark, and she is light,” I murmured softly as Aurora asked him if he would take her to the Lycan realm.