The Dragon Kings had gathered in the grand hall of their castle, tension thick in the air. Each of them, bound by their element, had sensed a presence—something new, something powerful.

Grayson, the Earth Dragon King, stood rigid by the eastern window, his sharp green eyes scanning the forest beyond. His scars itched, a reminder of the past he couldn’t forget. His heart, usually calm and steady, raced unnervingly.

Lysandor, the Water King, leaned against the opposite wall, his icy blue eyes narrowed, suspicious of the strange emotions stirring inside him. He hated feeling out of control, and right now, nothing felt in control. The air tasted different—richer, more intoxicating.

Arden, the Fire King, paced the room, his fiery red hair flickering like embers. His usual smirk was absent, replaced with a deep frown. “What is this feeling?” he muttered, fists clenched. "I don’t like it."

Ermys, the Air King, stood quietly, his stormy grey eyes reflecting deep thought. He could sense her—a presence carried on the wind. It whispered of fate, a bond they couldn’t ignore.

Then the door creaked open.

She stepped in.

Each king froze. Their breath caught in their throats. Her presence filled the room, commanding their attention like nothing else ever had. Her scent, sweet yet powerful, was almost unbearable to their heightened senses. Grayson’s heart softened. Lysandor’s jealousy flared. Arden felt a heat he couldn’t explain. And Ermys? He smiled—a slow, knowing smile.

She was theirs. Their fated mate had arrived.