Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

Things have gotten out of hand because of me and I need to rectify that. We will leave her with those slaves and any

decent person, including Rory’s loved ones. My friend will have her family and her happy ending. I will do my best to see

that every woman here does, except for Bethany and her friends. They are dead, they just don’t know it yet. I released

Bethany, who crumpled to the ground, coughing and sputtering. Without hesitation, I turned to the chained females, my

hands trembling as I worked to free them. “You’re safe now,” I murmured, my voice soft despite the rage still simmering

in my veins. Draven and Rory exchanged a glance, unspoken questions passing between them. This was no longer a

reconnaissance mission. It was a rescue, a rebellion, and they were in too deep to turn back. They will fight beside me. I

know using magic has to be our last resort because packs don’t possess magic, which is why they usually ally with

witches, at least the corrupt ones do.

As the females were freed, one of them, her face bruised and swollen, whispered, “Thank you… but there’s more. The

traitors in your tribe… they’re allied with Cora. The Hags’ parents… they’re the ones who sold us out.”

My blood ran cold. The Hags’ parents? I let them live. I should have killed them after I did their worthless children. Draven’s jaw tightened, his grip on his blade white-knuckled. “We’ll deal with them when we return. For now, we need to

get out of here.”

As the moon cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, the sound of snarling and howling filled the night air. The stench of

blood and sweat mixed with the earthy scent of fur as we clashed with the pack of fifty werewolves guarding their

enslaved female counterparts. Our weapons flashed in the moonlight as we fought tooth and nail, determined to free any

of those still trapped in chains. The ground trembled beneath us as our fierce battle raged on, each side unwilling to back

down. Despite our exhaustion and wounds which will heal quickly, we pressed on with unwavering determination,

refusing to let these innocent creatures suffer any longer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we emerged victorious,

but not unscathed. Our bodies were bruised and battered, our minds haunted by the violence we had witnessed. But in

covered in blood and dirt, we knew that our

last evil wolf and invited those worthy to Naga. I told them that I

they decided their future. I used my link to tell my mates how

howl echoed through the forest,

A small coven of dark figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with malicious intent.

of them sneered, her voice dripping

cornered, outnumbered, and the night was far from

“Looks like we’re not

advanced, their movements synchronized, their intentions clear. My hand tightened around my

but this new threat

whirlwind of fear and determination.

lives. And

to make a very indecent proposal. But there is no alternative, we have to offer anything we can

shifted to Rory,

beast. “What if…

not a life, but it’s something rare, something

eyes narrowed, its gaze

despite the tremor in her hands. “Avery, Draven, and I… we share

if we come together, if we share that power with you, would it

three of us, its

I knew what Rory was suggesting, and it was bold, reckless even. But it

will have to forgive me because we

expression dark but determined. “If

rumble. “Very well. But know this: if your offering

hands brushing, our gazes locking. The air around us crackled with

to do, and we knew the risks. But in that moment, as we

we also knew that we had no other choice. As we moved

chamber seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the

rhythmic drip of water.

shared power, we

kiss that was fierce, desperate. Draven’s hands roamed over

me closer, our connection

her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps, joined us, her

pulse with energy, as our powers intertwined, our desires merging

expression intense as it watched the scene unfold. The chamber was filled with

our passion, our moans, our whispered words of

climax approached, as our powers reached a fever