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Anything else would poison whatever help I was trying to offer before it even began. “No,” I said firmly. “That isn’t what I want.” She didn’t sit back down, but she didn’t advance either. “I want you safe,” I continued. “And when you’re ready to decide what you want from your life—whether that includes a dragon, a wolf, a human, or no one at all—that choice belongs to you.” My dragon stirred beneath my skin, restless but controlled. Not hunger. Not desire. Recognition. Family, it insisted again. Not a mate, I warned it silently. Not a claim.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

"Uh… good dragon? Nice dragon? Can you… find more shiny stuff for us? Please?" Abigail cackled, "No, you gotta be sweeter! Pet it, talk to it, you have to bond, try saying something in your head, like bring mama more loot, baby...be cute!" I squatted down, awkwardly scratching the dragon’s chin. It closed its eyes, making a soft purr-rumble that vibrated through my hand. "Alright, little troublemaker, if you find us more treasures, I’ll… uh, I’ll let you ride on my head for a week. Deal?"

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

Dragon was different—polite, calm, rational—and that was what frightened her. She approached him and asked boldly, curiosity mixing with defiance, "What are you doing, Dragon? Why do you act like nothing happened? What are you planning?" Dragon took a deep breath, stepping closer to her. With a mix of love and pain, he said, "I’m trying to kill the old Dragon—the cruel one who lost his little mate. I changed, Jenny. I changed for you." She glared at him in anger, recalling his words that she would only ever be Dragon’s whore. The powerful slap. His control. She continued to stare at him but decided to ignore everything, even his ghostly words that made her heart tremble.

Opening the door, I peek out and see the black haired beauty staring back at me. “Hello,” I said, looking down at my bare feet. Not willing to look up, I get distracted when a glowing light comes from my rib cage. Getting this tickling feeling, I lift my shirt and take a look. Blue dragons with ice spitting from their mouths are shaped into a yin and yang sign. The glowing gets brighter, so I shield my eyes before looking down once more. My blue dragons turned into one blue and one red dragon, seeming to battle each other. Shock and disbelief come from the man in front of me. I hear a groan sound from behind him and look around his shoulder to see the same stranger I thought I had dreamed ab

she asked. “They’re our other friends back in the dorm,” Dorin answered her. “Azra is a caladrius, while Dagon is a baby dragon Johan hatched from an egg.” He went closer to Eirian and lowered his voice. “We had to register Azra as a familiar so she can stay in out room.”

It was the last week before graduation and I didn't really see the point in going but I went and the only thing that was different was that Rylee wasn't there. Carson and JD still glared at us and I saw that they got their dragons too. I caught a glimpse of Carson's indigo dragon and JD's green one. He must be so pissed off that he didn't get a blue one since he was Carson's second in command. The look in their eyes said that they thought my own gray dragon were beneath them and I only smiled to myself with that realization.

His nostrils widened, and he exhaled warm air onto my skin. "Missed me, huh?" I whispered, stroking my hand down the ridges of his jaw. I hugged the neck of the beast tightly. This is my hidden secret, this beast had been my playmate from childhood till now, protecting and keeping me safe and it's so good seeing its face again. Turtela made a strangled gasp. "Aurora, are you actually petting the dragon?" I turned to them with an eyebrow raised. "Why not? He likes me. He's been my playmate and protector since childhood."