"You have quite the effect on people you know that?" Lyra asked, eyes fixed intently on the prince before her.
"I'm well aware about the others but what about you? Tell me Lyra, I'm dying to know, do you hate me as much as you say you do?" he inquired.
Her breath hitched at the question. How could she possibly answer that?
Of course she didn't hate him.
Every movement he made, every breath he took, every smile that graced his face, was perfect. Her soul yearned for him, her heart palpitated for him, she existed purely for him, as he did for her. They were soulmates, even if he thought the notion ludicrous, they were. He enveloped all of her senses, her nerves fluctuating around him, her heart fluttering whenever he laughed. She was infatuated with him, she wanted nothing more than to grab him and kiss him just to show him how much she 'hated' him.
But of course she couldn't. He was the king, he was ruthless, he had no time for feelings of adoration, he had no use for people that no longer rivaled him. So, instead of giving into her feelings, she lied, hoping he would believe her because even if he went on thinking she had feelings of malice towards him, it meant he kept her around and that was all she needed.
"How could I not?" her tone shifted into the one she knew too well, spite.
"Very well then" he spoke clearly before inclining his head ever so slightly and getting up to walk away, ignoring the burning in his heart. She hated him, of course she did. Now he would have to go on pretending to hate her too.
Oh, what a chore.
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Calian is destined to be the heir to the throne, its what he wanted ever since he was young. But on the day of his coronation, he gets a visit from an assassin who has been hired to kill him. After a failed attempt, he captures her and keeps her locked in his castle. He's fascinated on how she thought she would succeed. He wants answers that she won't give, even more of a reason to keep her around, right?
"Do you remember calling me 'mate?'" he asked softly, pushing her wild curls away from her face.
She blushed deeply, but he wouldn't let her look away. "You heard that?"
He nodded with a smile. "It was the first thought she ever shared with me."
Skylar pursed her lips. "She likes you very much."
"What about you?" he teased gently. "How do you feel about me?"
She set her jaw and once again managed to look down her nose at him while staring up at him. "Well... well, I'm rather fond of you, Orion."
He let out a relieved laugh and pulled her into his chest again. "What a relief. I was worried it was just me." He nuzzled her temple, inhaling deeply, his dragon fully at peace. The words "I love you" were right on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it was too soon for that. He would have to hold them in just a little while longer. "I'm fond of you, too," he whispered in her ear.
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Skylar lived her life in fear. Fear of exposure, fear of herself, and fear of her future. As a princess and heir to the kingdom, her future was daunting enough. The fact that she turned into dragon and would be killed if anyone found out made it all the worse. So, Skylar lived in constant conflict with the beast within her, all while training to be queen one day. When a fellow king discovers her secret, she is forced to flee or put her entire family in danger. When she meets Orion, the Alpha of a dragon clan, he helps open up a whole new world to her.
In this new world, Skylar discovers who she is supposed to be and what she's been hiding from. She finds the beauty of her beast and a love she only ever dreamed of. But then her new world is threatened. It becomes a matter of kill or be killed, so Skylar's new family, with the help of her old, must rise to the challenge to defeat this threat. Or risk the extinction of her kind.