Page 27 of Driven By Dragonblood
My alpha loomed above on the landing, longer hair slicked back, eyes dark and fathomless. Wide shoulders suggested he could carry the weight of my world, but the stoicism radiating from him was unparalleled. Hands clenched at his sides as he trembled, his inner beast imprisoned from my gift to hear Blood Born.
“How do you do that?” I whispered past the thickness in my throat. “Completely shut that part of you away from me? No dragonblood has been able to do so.”
A deep groove lined his forehead. “Who are you?” he asked again, ignoring my question.
I decided to answer this time rather than flee, in the hope of making a connection he wouldn’t be able to deny. “Primrose Cadet.”
“You’re a patient here?”
“No.” I swallowed against the sudden dryness attacking my mouth at the realization his cock strained less than two feet from my face, the material trapping it darkened from evidence of his need to breed me. Heat rushed through me as I shifted closer, my hand rising to stroke his hard length.
He took a step back before I could touch what belonged to me and our beta.
“I want you to claim me against that door like you almost did moments ago because I belong to you,” I whispered. “Ineedyou.”
He blinked, the energy linking us swelling with a blinding light that dimmed just as fast as whatever prison he locked his inner dragon within doubled its wall thickness.
“Your human has complete control.” I mourned, my voice breaking, my hand dropping to my lap.
“I can help you,” he said, his tone low, his voice sounding forced.
I climbed to my feet, holding his stare, and even though I couldn’t hear his inner thoughts, I didn’t need to in order to understand what he’d meant. My alpha was a doctor in a mental hospital. “I know what kind ofhelpyou refer to, but there’s no cure for who I am. Even if there was, I would fight to the death to remain whole.”
He stared at me, unblinking, and even though sexual energy rippled between us with potency, I struggled to resist his vocalized boundaries, his remained veiled.
Was it possible I had been wrong? My body and dragon knew Patrick was Blood Born, my alpha. Perhaps he didn’t wantme.
No.
Perhaps we’re not enough, I suggested to the mourning dragon inside me. Perhaps I wasn’t pretty enough. Too tall, too curved for his tastes, even though he had muscle enough to lift me in his arms as though I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes.My beast whimpered as the silence between me and the frowning man grew.
“Why did you come after me if you don’t want me?” I asked, hoping for an answer that would soothe my tumbling emotions.
A muscle twitched the scruff lining his jaw. “Because you needhelp.”
My shoulders sagged as I realized he would never give me what my body and soul craved, the bonding that would tie us together even after we rested among the stars.
I lifted my chin rather than crumple into my misery at his feet. Finding my mates wasn’t supposed to have been difficult, but an easily traversed path toward my destiny. I had encountered nothing but road blocks at every turn.
A dozen or so curses flitted through my mind, but I kept my lips sealed. Dragonbloodandmy alpha, the man must smell the arousal smeared inside my leggings. How could hewithstand the pull? I had read once that having caught the scent of his mates, an alpha would move mountains to claim what belonged to him.
No human side could resist their true form when faced with those fate had chosen for them.
Which meant…
Hedidn’twant me. In his eyes, I was somehow tarnished, less than perfect. Too much or, perhaps, not enough.
My chest split open, causing a cry to erupt from my chest. I turned away and hurried down one level of stairs, cloaking myself from human sight. Uncaring about raising suspicion or alarm, I threw open door after door in my attempt to escape the tether wanting to pull me back to the one who had rejected what had been planned for us since the dawn of time.
The second the sun shone down on me, I shifted to my true form, shredding clothes, our wings lifting me in a rush of wind that blew two people approaching me onto their backsides, shrieking.
Tears poured from our eyes as we shot upward, yearning to escape the pain caused by our alpha, to somehow break the beginnings of the bond we had been created to fulfill. We wanted to roar our frustration, but couldn’t afford to further raise human awareness of a beast in the sky after blasting wind over those poor ones below.
We banked toward the south, needing space. Time to find some semblance of peace we would be able to live with.
Our beta had wanted us, my human half didn’t doubt, but he had disappeared as easily as we had from Lockwood.
South.
