Being claimed by the Dreki dragon brothers saved my life. If only some new bastards didn’t insist I’m their mate too.
If the Darkonian dragon brothers think they can just go dropping claim-bombs and magical contracts on my life, they’re sorely mistaken. Who do these guys think they are, anyway? Entitled dragon princes? Yep. My real dragon mates? Hell, no.
At least, that’s what I thought. But the magic of the fates, even if unwanted, proves to be irresistible. It’s now me who hates that my soul craves them. And don’t even get me started on their warlock guard who started this mess in the first place.
Lucky for the Darkonians, my dragon’s heart can’t be tamed. They’re even luckier the Dreki brothers don’t tear them apart.
I thought the fates were insane before, but it doesn’t compare to what’s happening in my life now. These new awful circumstances prove that I need all the help I can get. I need to unite these two dragon clans. It’s our only way of getting the future we desire. It’s how I will remain free.
