Twin Dragons, One Choice
To keep the peace between humans and shifters, those chosen by the Oracle are forced to mate with their bound partners.
And me? I was forced to be the shared mate of twin black dragons.
Every night, I brewed two glasses of moon-wine to help them sleep.
The older brother, Kaelen, was cold. But when he took his glass, his scalding fingertips would brush my wrist in a silent promise, and he’d murmur a soft thanks.
But the younger one, Cassian? A vicious temper. He’d smash the glass, hurl insults, and crush me with the weight of his dragon aura.
I had been lying to myself. Walking on eggshells. Desperately keeping a fragile peace.
Until a fellow apothecary told me the truth. She hesitated, then
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