Werewolf Guards A Dragon Heiress - Book 4 of "Mythical Creatures"
Daisy Rose
Maison d'édition: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Synopsis
"So you think I'm weaker than you?" Malia glares at her marriage candidate over the table and considers how much trouble she would be in if she burns everything to the ground. To her left, her grandfather only sighs as he prepares himself for another failed interview. To her right, her best friend and werewolf bodyguard gets ready to intervene before she takes things too far. Dragon heiress Malia is ordered by her grandfather to interview prospective dragon husbands from other territories, but she refuses to bow down to men who think her sole purpose in life is to play the role of a obedient little housewife. When one of the opportunistic candidates slips her a drug, she is rescued from disaster by her bodyguard and the feelings he has for her comes to light. Maybe her happily ever after is closer than she thought. Why then, does he refuse to take her as his lover? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ "I had quite an enjoyable experience myself," he hummed. "I was really starting to worry at the end there," he grinned. "Worry about what?" she asked. "I thought you wouldn't touch the drink," he said, gesturing to the wine. Her blood ran cold. Of course, the one date she had been on where the guy wasn't a complete and utter douchebag, he would turn out to be even worse. "I'm tired of being the youngest and being told that it's natural I won't inherit shit," he said with a truly ugly expression on his face. "I can't stand it. I want a place of my own." She swore and tried to send a text to Braxton, but whatever medication she was given, it interfered with her motor function. The fire inside of her burned hot and she felt the phone sizzle and short circuit, zapping her lightly before it stopped working entirely. It fell to the ground with a clatter. She gritted her teeth and glared at the unassuming looking young man seated opposite her. "So your plan is to drug me?" she asked, stalling for time. She had been texting Braxton consistently since the beginning of dinner and the sudden lack of messages was sure to catch his attention. She knew she could count on him, but she didn't want to play the role of damsel in distress. She was stronger than that. Still, she found it suddenly difficult to move, like someone had poured molten lead over her bones and allowed it to solidify. Her limbs were not her own, her body out of her control. It was an uncomfortable feeling. She tried to move her fingers and found that no matter how hard she tried and how much she glared her fingers wouldn't move at all. "Dragons are capable of getting pregnant regardless of what cycle of menstrual cycle you're in. I've just got to make sure to get you pregnant and then you'll have to marry me," he grinned like the maniac that he was, like this was a plan that would work out at all. "Grandfather would sooner have your head," she spat. "And kill the father of his grandchildren? I doubt it," he said, so full of confidence. "And our family's influential. You have nothing to lose by marrying me."
Disponible depuis: 03/12/2024.
Longueur d'impression: 91 pages.
