Page 90 of Driven By Dragonblood
The woman hugged Patrick’s pillow like she’d done so a thousand times, face relaxed and mouth open in peaceful sleep.
A burning sensation lit in my chest. Pain in the back of my throat made swallowing difficult.
My dragon growled as I glared down at the woman.
A single flame from our lips will incinerate her to ash.
A rumble grew in my chest, sneaking past my clenched teeth, and the woman stirred.
“Patrick?” she slurred his name with a smile, eyes still closed. Her sour breath lashed at my nose as she stretched beneath his blankets. “Mmm. I can smell your cum on our sheets. Wanna taste it on my tongue, baby.”
I blinked, my tense shoulders dropping from where they’d hitched near my ears.
Patrick, my alpha, the one meant to look after my heart and mind, had another woman.
Rage should have erupted wings from my back, muscles and bones stretching to give space to my inner beast. A roar should have ripped from my lungs as I tore the woman limb from limb before feasting on her rotten flesh to rid the earth of her intrusive presence.
Tears stung my eyes instead.
My muscles weakened, trembling taking over my body.
I tugged on my hair as a hot flash caused a cold sweat to break over my brow.
I had promised Jaxon I would never run—but I’d made no such vow to my cheating alpha, who’d been coerced by his inner beast to bind us together.
He didn’t truly want us.
Never had.
Patrick had someone else, and his human half’s strength had allowed him the ability to hide her from us even after he’d been enticed into being a part of a bond he had never desired to begin with.
Spinning on my heel, I set my focus on the open door at my back. The empty hallway…stairs I stumbled down in my haste to escape.
Chest tight and stomach churning, I burst free from the front door, and with a single sob, I gave over to my dragon’s need.
Agony ripped through me as I shifted into my true form, unimaginable pain that felt as though the bond between female and alpha tore in two.
We took to the sky, harsh flaps of our wings speeding us away from what we had believed to be our new home, the place of comfort and fulfillment we had been searching for. The connection we’d been desperate to find. The love and belonging we had been so damned desperate to finally experience.
Ignorant fool.
Chapter 39
Patrick
Concern over my future still ate at my guts, regardless of my inner beast’s drive to return home to our mates. My dick ached at the thought of Jaxon and Primrose waiting for me. Would they be entwined already? On their knees, ready to drink down my cum?
“Jesus, I’m a mess.” I rubbed a hand over my face before gripping my steering wheel once more.
A fight continued inside me: the desire for freedom like Emelia had promised and the fear of losing everything I had fought to prove and attain. While the age difference no longer bothered me as much as it had when I’d first felt the draw to Jaxon, I couldn’t reason away his being an ex-patient. Fucking the boy, while fulfilling the parts of me I’d been longing for, could have very well been the biggest mistake of my life.
Hoping I would find my answer while losing myself in both him and Primrose, I sped home. My heartbeat kicked up as I pulled into the garage, and I hurried into the house. I tossed my keys on the island, suddenly realizing the riotousvoices were loudly absent and that the energy linking us should have made my skin shiver—but didn’t.
My brow furrowed at the purse and empty can on the island, my inner beast growling. “Fuck.” I jerked my gaze toward the hallway, seeing the discarded boots by the front door. Every muscle in my body tensed. I strode up the stairs, dread eating at my stomach with each step.
The familiar scent of floral perfume informed me of who had broken into my home, and my heart stumbled—fucking seized in knowing what I would find.
Jessie lay burrowed under my comforter, snoring and reeking of stale beer.
