Page 89 of Driven By Dragonblood
My brow furrowed at the plural. “Fathers.”
“It takes three dragonblood to procreate.”
“Your mother…” I cleared my throat to keep from saying anything about dragon shifters out loud that sounded as though I accepted her words as truth rather than a doctor attempting to root out her mental sickness. “What were your fathers’ names?” I asked rather than suggested the woman had been more than human.
“My mother didn’t know.” Emelia shifted on her chair, her gaze flitting toward my bar-covered window. “They only spent the one night together.”
Why didn’t they bond?
Wily fucker had taken advantage of my being distracted by this new knowledge. I slammed the weakening wall back up, silencing him once more.
“Because they weren’t fated mates,” Emelia answered my beast’s question when I refused to voice what I also wanted to know.
Glancing at the clock showed our time was up, but I had one last question.
“And where is this…supposed orb now?”
“I assure you, it’s very real and in my room. Would you like to see it?”
Yessss.
My dragon slammed against the wall, suddenly desperate to escape, but I held firm in my need to appear sane.
While in my humanity alone, while at Lockwood, while building my own practice.
I cleared my throat, shutting her file. “Next time,” I suggested before sending her on her way.
Long after Emelia left, I considered my reality and the possible futures ahead of us.
Owning them had weakened me to the point I’d given in to lust as Doctor Sorino had done.
But even though Jaxon was legal and no grooming had occurred, would I escape ruination if our intimacy was found out? And how long could I continue to hide them when every part of me wanted to claim them publicly because they completed me in ways I’d always longed for?
I didn’twantto be separated from them, but I’d worked hard to finally open my own clinic—even if I struggled to gain patients enough to hire a secretary or even supportmyself,let alone a family of three. Being offered the temporary position at Lockwood had seemed a godsend, but what if it had been fate leading me toward my destiny rather than the resume of a hardworking man?
Would that destiny also provide a path through the sure scandal ahead of us?
The beast remained silent, and I cursed his absence ofknowledge over humanity and how we could very well be frowned upon.
Or worse, shunned and seen as something evil, worthy only of existing behind lock and key, like I had feared my entire life.
Chapter 38
Primrose
Islipped out of the store as easily as I arrived, my body sated for the time being. Flying over Lockwood made me long to do the same with my alpha, but Patrick’s command to stay away took me westward.
The second I walked through the door I had left unlocked, I pulled up short, my nostrils flaring at the familiar, disgusting scent I had scrubbed from every surface earlier that morning. Old boots lay discarded by the stairs, too small and feminine to belong to Patrick.
My inner beast hissed her displeasure.
Scowling, I stayed cloaked and moved from room to room on the first floor, noting the purse on the island and the empty beer can alongside. Tilting my head back, I peered up at the ceiling as though I could pinpoint through wood and plaster the intruder in my territory.
The scent of her strengthened as I slipped up the stairs—sour beer and sweat. Unwashed body and a trace of old perfume caused my nose to wrinkle and left a bitter tang on my tongue. The need to spit made my mouth water. Askittering, ant-like feeling crept over my bare flesh, which no amount of rubbing over my forearms erased.
Patrick’s bedroom door stood open, a pile of clothing in the middle of the floor, snores coming from a lump under the comforter I slept beneath that morning with my mates. I’d straightened the bedding not an hour earlier, preparing for their return so we might have a repeat of the night before.
Quivers owned my body, and I crept closer, baring my teeth.
