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 been worth

evil wolf and invited those worthy to Naga. I told

I used my link to tell my mates how many

prepared to leave, a chilling howl echoed through the forest, followed by the sound of

figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with malicious intent.

one of them sneered, her voice

cornered, outnumbered, and the night was far from over. Draven stepped forward, his blade

like we’re not

synchronized, their intentions clear.

pack, but this new threat loomed

a whirlwind of fear and determination. We

our lives.

indecent proposal. But there is no alternative, we have to

shifted to Rory,

back to the beast. “What if… what if we offer a moment

of shared power? It’s not a life,

eyes narrowed, its gaze

voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.

that’s unique, powerful. If we… if we come together, if we share that power with you,

of us, its expression

was bold, reckless even. But it might just work. “We

to forgive me because we have

expression dark but determined.

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

our gazes locking.

we knew the risks. But in that moment,

we had no other choice. As we moved closer, the

of hunger and curiosity. The chamber seemed

rhythmic drip of water.

in a surge of shared desire, shared power, we came together. My hands tangled in

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

our connection deepening with

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

energy, as our powers intertwined, our

gaze never wavered, its expression intense as it watched the scene unfold. The chamber was filled with

passion, our moans, our whispered

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