Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

With trembling hands and a racing heart, I watched as the group of mean girls closed in on me, ready to inflict another

round of pain and humiliation. The memories of their previous attacks still haunted me, leaving me paralyzed with fear.

Just when I thought there was no hope left, Avery came to my rescue like a guardian angel. She fiercely defended me

against the bullies, standing up for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense

of gratitude and relief wash over me. Avery’s bravery and selflessness not only saved me from harm but also reminded

me that kindness and courage still exist in this harsh world. Now, I am forever indebted to her and will strive to repay her

kindness by being there for her when she needs someone to rely on.

Despite not possessing the ability to shift into a wolf, I am still bound by my werewolf instincts and loyalty. Even faced

with Avery, the powerful and fearsome dragon queen, I cannot turn away from my duty to help her. The bond between a werewolf and their pack runs deep, transcending even the most formidable adversaries. My pack’s honor dictates that I

stand by Avery’s side in her time of need, for she may be royalty among dragons but I am a warrior among werewolves.

Though the odds may seem insurmountable, my unwavering determination will guide me through whatever challenges

lie ahead as I fulfill my sworn oath to protect and aid Avery, regardless of her daunting status as a dragon queen. Avery is

now my pack because I won’t go back to Nightshade. The girls who have always teased me are related to the outgoing

Alpha and have hopes of securing mates who will run Nightshade one day.

“Thank you for understanding. I apologize for interrupting your shopping, but I’ll be fine now,” I say, glancing away.

Avery interrupts, saying, “Don’t apologize. You’re coming with us.”

As I try to protest, Avery grabs my hand, her eyes glazed over before filling with determination. “You can’t go back.

They’re planning to banish you. We’ll help spread the word to your loyal followers,” she whispers urgently.

I’m shocked. “You’re not just a dragon queen.”

wolfly friend, I’m much

a store, his voice filled with excitement. “Rory, we overheard everything they said, and things

put me in mind of the bitches that once tried to kill Avery. I am a huge arrogant jackass, but

because of Avery. Let Avery help you, just like she helped me and

that dressing room. We’ve got you

Avery generously showered me with clothing, making me feel like a true celebrity. To my surprise, they even managed to find luggage for me. Thanks to their kindness, I no longer felt the immediate pressure to return to Nightshade. However, I knew

accompany me.

escalating, and the rules were strict – we were forbidden from interacting

our own pack, let alone being in the presence

of their magnificent dragons. They were more breathtaking than

eyes on. The thought of touching, let alone riding, a

determined to ride a

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I couldn’t

eluding me, nor did I desire to be human. At that moment, I longed to be a

at the grand palace, my eyes widened in awe. A young woman, not much older than myself,

a

I positioned myself in front of Avery and Clint. “You will not harm them or raise your voices. This

doing. Punish me instead.”

**James**

something comes up. This time there isn’t a dragon uprising to worry

the other supernaturals’ territories. There’s a squabble among vampires to the west, which I am saving

suspect it will be resolved without the need for my skills. Being The King Of

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that disturb me are among shifters. Yes, packs will war with other packs. It is usually over a mate, territory,

a war quickly, that then becomes a generation-long

involved in all of these sudden skirmishes, but I can’t be certain.

under attack. Ty should have given her a permanent mark on her ankle or arm. It would

me as

tradition. I feel the pull to her even now