Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Chapter 3: A Dragon’s Wrath

If my parents were still around and their galvanging hadn’t gotten them killed, I would question them as to why they felt that my brothers and I needed a nanny. Most of all, this pathetic lump of the that’s sprawled out on my bedroom floor. Avery, won’t just disappear no matter how hard I push. Me and my brothers don’t need her as our personal servant. We don’t need a personal servant at all, we need our mates. However, we won’t be able to scent our mates until our Grand Ceremony. So until I can find my mate, I will enjoy making Avery’s life a living hell.

She is on her hands and knees cleaning up the remnants of my breakfast. I push her face down on my carpet, “Lick it up! Every fucking drop!”

Avery

I need to just do as he says so that I can get out of here as soon as possible. The longer that I am here, the more I must endure. As I am licking up the spilled liquid, I imagine it is jasmine tea. I love jasmine tea as it is the only thing that brings me comfort and peace. Cassius isn’t even watching me now, he’s too busy texting one of his many girlfriends.

The Trio are immensely popular, especially with the mean girls, who all just happen to be cheerleaders. I can’t wait to be old enough to leave this hell and never look back. I quickly soak up the remaining liquid with my dress and pile food over it. I also stack everything back onto the tray. I gather up my skirt and then the tray, I stand and bow, “All done Your Highness. May I now?” 1 kept my eyes down, not daring to look at his handsome face that hides the monster that he is

Cassius put his finger under my chin. He was in his human form but trembled at the thought that he could shift or release his dragon at any moment. “Open your eyes. Look at me!” he ordered. My eyes crept open. “Wider!” he yelled. I allowed my eyes to snap open. I saw one human blue eye and one red dragon eye staring back at me. His voice was gruff and laced with malice, the voice of his dragon, “We are to come first. If you ever put my brothers before me again, I will make you bleed.”

I nodded in understanding and he shoved me out of the door. Using the servant stairs, I rushed to the kitchen and dumped the tray in the sink. The kitchen staff can clean it up because now I needed to change clothes before I would be late for school. I put on a plain blue dress and rushed to the school.

focus on my courses and my plan to disappear after I graduate. If I could leave sooner, I would, but any who tried were hunted down and the rest of their time here was made worse than the hell that they tried to escape from.

Education class. I

I go into the bathroom stall to put on my uniform. I can barely look at the scars the

reason to torment me

Mrs. Kyer starts

month. To my horror, it is cheerleading. As I was trying to push down the rising bile in my throat, Jessica, the cheer captain, and her two best friends, Heidi and Lenore, waltzed in. They were all peppy smiles but their eyes boiled with hatred once they saw me. The three mean girl bitches think that

the class over to the Hoity Bags, Jessica’s grating voice echoed throughout the gymnasium.. “Alright before we even try to teach

me like a prized gazelle. Her eyes bore into me making me extremely nervous. While we are on campus, any shifting or use of magic is expressly forbidden unless it is part of a course requirement. Most students, especially the dragons, bend and even break those rules. Smacking me hard on

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hardwood floor. After being lapped a few times by a group of students, I slowed down even more. My lungs are burning and I feel like I am being stabbed with every breath that I take. The cheerleaders ftank me on all sides, “Sa worthless, can’t even do few laps,” Lenore taunts. Heidi pokes at me, “How is she not dead yet? Just roll over and die already.” Jessica trips me and I fall ford to the floor busting my lip. She laughs, “When I am queen,

off. I wanted to kick her legs out from under he but I had no fight left in me. Each day is a struggle