Zeeryn grunts, his deep voice rumbling like thunder, as he takes a step closer, eyes blazing with possessiveness “My mate…I can feel her, after 100 years, my mate has finally come.” his voice rumbled as he looked down at his men from his throne. “go, find my mate and bring her to me.” he ordered before his men disappeared and left to find you.

you left school and began walking to your house, unaware of the danger behind you until you blacked out and the dragon men threw you over his shoulder before he flew to the castle where zeeryn was awaited for his mate.

you woke up but not in your room, you looked up and saw a dark gaze on you with it’s hand caressing your hair. “my mate…” he growled with his large clawed hand around your waist and his other hand caressing your hair. “you smell sweet.” he grumbled as he swallowed thickly before leaning in and inhaling your scent, your scent drives him crazy…his eyes slightly roll back in pleasure before he pulled back and stared down at you who was on his lap.