Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of torture and non-consensual sex between mates. If these are

triggers for you, please skip towards the end and Clint’s POV. Thank you.**

**Lenore**

My nightmares have come to life because I have just watched Heidi die and Jessica is as good as dead too. Any secrets we tried to keep have now been revealed and Avery even has access to the King Of Kings. I was so sure that if we got

Avery and any one of The Trio out of the way that me and my friends could gain control of the tribes and with Corra’s aid

all dragons. Well Avery can go fuck herself because I am not going to give her the pleasure of ending me. I still have

some of Corra’s potion left, it isn’t much but it should be enough to render me unconscious and then I won’t have to

suffer.

I reached into my bra and pulled out the vial while Avery was too busy cuddling up to Clint. Unfortunately, that tall Raven

grabbed my wrist. “Not so fast,” he said as an icy chill ran up my arm and black veins began to bulge. He lets go of my

wrist and empties the vial onto his hand. The liquid turns black and swirls. He chuckles before he licks it off. “As

suspected, Corra’s Death Potion. It takes as good as I remember, but a bit weak.” He nods to Avery before he motions

with his hand, “Miss Avery, my Queen, you can do far better than the fate I had envisioned for her. It’s showtime!”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Even if Avery is Naga’s Queen, she can not conjure visions or bestow fate. She

girl who was lucky enough to have future kings for a mate. That’s it! Avery grinned so

to beg for death as I once did,” she laughs, “And yours won’t come unless I say, which

just loud enough for me to hear, “Mmmm, my

that later.” His lips claimed hers before my fate began to play for all to see. I should have

have been me!

on my skin as I saw myself dirty, naked, and in

deep evil laugh that made my chilled skin

been fearless but yet she has been rendered

us from the

the blackness, a short, balding, portly man approached. He called me his shitty cursed mate. He pulled a

his belt and began to lash me with it. Cuts formed on my skin and began to bleed.

start over. When I reached twenty, I

overhead and sprinkled a powder on my cuts. It sizzled and burned. Lye…he put lye on

beg for relief. In

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my chains to links on the

flesh. I began to cry, but no one wiped my tears. The man used the

had secured my ankles to, in order to, widen

he began to crank the small lever on it. I felt my skin

and pierced my nipples with them before he removed his pants. I screamed in

gag that

him. I

It was huge, which normally I would love. However, it had a spiked sheath over it that made

**Clint**