The bond between us could burn down two kingdoms.
I am the Alpha's heir, left to drown as a pup, raised by a foreign king whose throne was never mine.
I returned to bury my past, not to claim a mate.
But Portia stood in that garden like something holy wrapped in sin, and my wolf knew before I did. Mine. The hybrid dragon princess with fire in her veins. I had to bind her to me before she could flee.
Then her Kingdom, Dragonia, ripped her away. I marched my army across the border and made them kneel.
She carried my future, with a dragon egg, and our unborn child vanished like a promise dipped in poison.
Now her belly swells again. Dragonia sharpens its knives. Old enemies circle closer.
I have won a throne and lost a child.
But losing Portia would destroy me in ways no war ever could.