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

blood and dirt, we knew that our

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

I used my link to tell my mates how many to expect and that I

howl echoed through

A small coven of dark figures emerged from

them sneered, her voice

and the night was far from over. Draven stepped

like we’re not

synchronized, their intentions clear. My hand tightened around my dagger,

We had survived the Nightshade pack, but this new threat

whirlwind of fear and determination. We had come for answers, but

our lives. And

is no alternative, we

shifted to Rory,

Draven, then back to the beast. “What if… what if we offer

It’s not a life, but it’s

beast’s eyes narrowed, its gaze intense.

her voice steady despite the tremor in her

unique, powerful. If we… if we come together, if we

of us, its

Rory was suggesting, and it was

My mates will have to forgive me because we have no

met mine, his expression dark but determined.

well. But know this: if your offering is not sufficient, the

hands brushing, our gazes locking. The

we knew the risks. But in that

power, our bond, we also knew that we had no other choice. As we moved closer, the beast watched, its

chamber seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the

rhythmic drip of water.

desire, shared power, we came together. My

a kiss that was fierce, desperate. Draven’s hands roamed over my body, his

me closer, our

her breath coming in short gasps, joined us, her hands exploring,

with energy, as

it watched the scene unfold. The chamber was

our passion, our moans, our whispered

our powers reached a fever pitch, the