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

in blood and dirt, we knew that our struggle had

and invited those worthy

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

But as we prepared to leave, a chilling howl echoed through the forest, followed by

A small coven of dark figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing

one of them sneered, her voice

heart sank. We were cornered, outnumbered, and the night was

ready. “Looks like we’re

synchronized, their intentions

had survived the Nightshade pack, but this new

my thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and determination. We had come for

lives.

But there is no

to

“What if… what if we offer a moment of

shared power? It’s not a life,

eyes narrowed,

her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “Avery, Draven, and I…

together, if we share

us, its expression unreadable. “A risky proposition. But…

was bold, reckless even. But it might just

My mates will have to forgive me because we have no

mine, his expression dark but determined. “If this

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

closer to each other, our hands brushing, our

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

bond, we also knew that we had

chamber seemed to hold

rhythmic drip of water.

shared power, we came together. My hands tangled in Draven’s

his in a kiss that was fierce, desperate.

our connection deepening with every passing

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

pulse with energy, as our powers intertwined, our desires

it watched

our passion, our moans, our whispered

as our climax approached, as our powers reached a fever pitch, the beast stepped forward,