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I didn’t know if it was because everyone was preparing for today’s announcement… or because my head just wouldn’t stop buzzing since dawn. I barely slept. My mind kept circling back to Winter’s words, Fenrir’s warnings, and the book. The missing book. No matter how many times I replayed everything, it all pointed to one thing: something was happening under our noses, and I was either right in the center of it… or the one who accidentally triggered it. Great. Ughhh…this is beginning to get frustrating. I just don’t know how to get to the bottom of it, I don’t even know where to start.

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“But it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like… a message. A warning. Or both.” He ran a hand through his hair, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I’ve seen magic like that before,” he said finally. “In old bloodlines. Lost ones. Sometimes it begins with visions—of the past, the future, the self. Whatever that book is, it may have been the trigger.” “So you don’t know.” I tried to keep the disappointment from creeping into my voice. “No,” he said quietly. “Not yet. But if it happens again, tell me.”

Nothing. Not a whisper. Not a flicker. Until I blinked— And saw it. For half a second. A shadow burned into the page, then vanished. A figure, holding something, then... a scream. But when I looked again it was gone. I didn’t tell Nyra. Not yet. Not while Azric was breaking, not while the Council was closing in, not while we didn’t even know if the book was trying to warn us, or lure us in. Whatever it was, it wasn’t done with us.

My hand was already hot and I slowly started to see memory after memory go by signalling that it would be permanently deleted. I didn't have to worry about the warnings because only I could read them and none of them applied to me so nomatter what I would never be reading that book again.

Hello dear readers! In this book, you will see some character cross over if you have read my two previous books, however; these are all stand alones so there is no need to read the others before reading this one. If "split chapter" is written in the title, it means that there will be TWO POVs for that chapter. Also, this book will have scenes that can be triggering for readers, including: torture, allusions to rape, child abuse, kidnapping, and violence. This is your only warning before you proceed, so please be advised. There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further.

Panic and adrenaline surged through me, but so did something darker — a fresh wave of arousal at how close we’d just come to getting caught. Dean’s hand slid between my legs again, fingers pushing through the mess he’d left inside me. “Fuck, Lily… we’re playing with fire,” he growled, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed me hard, desperate, like the ticking clock had made everything more intense. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Then let’s burn, Daddy,” I whispered. “We still have time.”

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

CHAPTER 4 — TRIGGER FINGER The door to the private room slammed shut behind us with a finality that echoed through my bones. The lock clicked like a gun being cocked, sealing us in. The space was dim, lit only by a single red lamp in the corner that cast long shadows across the velvet couches and a low table scattered with half-empty glasses and ashtrays. The air smelled of cigar smoke, expensive whiskey, and something darker preferably, maybe. Or desire. I couldn’t tell which anymore.

“What do you mean?” His gaze doesn’t shift. “In BDSM, a trigger’s anything that can push someone into panic or fear. Something that reminds them of trauma, or makes them feel trapped, unsafe. It can be a word. A position. A type of touch. It doesn’t have to make sense. But it matters.” I stare at him, my chest tightening. “You’ve been through something, Red. And you might not know yet what’s going to hit you wrong. But we need to figure it out. Together. Before we start anything.”