A Baby for the Dragon Novel – It was empty and dark. I was filled with a strange sense of foreboding as I walked towards the room, heading towards the stairs. My throat felt tight, but I didn’t understand why. The beige carpet was rough against my feet as I padded up the stairs. I stopped by Nolan’s office, pushing open the door and peeking in but the room was empty. A whimper sounded out from down the hallway and I felt my heart hammer in my chest. The door was cracked open and a sliver of light painted the pale carpet in the hallway. It felt like I wasn’t in control of my body as I made my way closer to the bedroom that I shared with my husband. Reaching out, I pushed the door open just a little bit, hoping that I was wrong. My sister wouldn’t sleep with my husband. She wouldn’t do that to me. “That’s right, you’re going to take it all. You are so much better than Andreena. I’m going to come.” Nolan snarled. His hand was tight in my sister’s perfect blonde hair.
Andreena It had been so long since we’d last hung out and just had some girl time. I missed my sister, I just hoped she wasn’t bothering my husband. It was like it burned inside of me, the need to settle down and have a little one. I hated that another month had come and gone with no positive sign on the pregnancy test, but I would be ovulating again in the next few days and we could try again. It still stung, thinking about the cold indifference in his voice as we had our morning coffee together. “You should be pregnant by now. I’ve been trying to get you pregnant for the last year and your body just won’t work right.” “Maybe I’m not the problem.” I was already blaming myself. I didn’t need him saying it too. I knew how he felt about my body, that he thought my weight was the problem.
I got out of my car and made my way up the paved driveway towards the front door of the house that Nolan and I shared. It wasn’t much, but it was ours or mine, really. I knew that she didn’t like him and that she thought that I should break up with him. But that felt like I was admitting defeat and even though we were struggling right now, I wasn’t willing to call it quits. Opening the door, I stepped inside. It was eerily quiet and there were no lights on. My first thought was that no one was home, but I had seen Nolan and Bethany’s vehicles so I knew that they were here. … I rested my hand on the wall, pulling one of my black heels off before doing the same with the other. I sat them neatly beside the door, next to running shoes and Nolan’s work shoes.
I sat my purse beside them and turned to make my way down the hallway towards the living room. It was empty and dark. I was filled with a strange sense of foreboding as I walked towards the room, heading towards the stairs. My throat felt tight, but I didn’t understand why. The beige carpet was rough against my feet as I padded up the stairs. I stopped by Nolan’s office, pushing open the door and peeking in but the room was empty. A whimper sounded out from down the hallway and I felt my heart hammer in my chest. The door was cracked open and a sliver of light painted the pale carpet in the hallway. It felt like I wasn’t in control of my body as I made my way closer to the bedroom that I shared with my husband. Reaching out, I pushed the door open just a little bit, hoping that I was wrong. My sister wouldn’t sleep with my husband. She wouldn’t do that to me. “That’s right, you’re going to take it all. You are so much better than Andreena. I’m going to come.” Nolan snarled.
His hand was tight in my sister’s perfect blonde hair. His hips slapped against her bottMy breath caught in my throat and I turned away from the open door, unable to take what I had just seen and heard. My sister had slept with my husband and this wasn’t the first time. It had been going on long enough for her to conceive a child with him. It felt like my heart was breaking from the betrayal of them. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. I didn’t understand how Bethany could sleep with Nolan. She had listened to my cry and about not getting pregnant after months and months of trying. She had held my hand and comforted me when I had confided in her how my relationship with my husband was struggling. The entire time she had been sleeping with him and now she was having his baby. It was better this way; better for me to find out before he knocked me up and I was tied to him forever with a child. I made my way down the hallway, passing the framed photos of us from our wedding day.
Our smiling faces pressed close together as he whispered words of love and promises of forever to me. My sister standing off to the side, beaming at the camera as she clutched her flowers to her. It felt like a lie now. Everything felt wrong. I felt numb, but I knew that I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want to face either one of them. Quietly, I opened the door and slipped outside, being careful to close the door softly. The night air was cool against my skin and I breathed it in deeply before making my way to my car. The paved driveway felt good against my feet and I let out a long sigh. I drove aimlessly out of the suburbs until I found myself in the city. The bright lights were a sharp contrast to how I was feeling. Everything was cheery and that wasn’t what I needed right now.
I just wanted to find someplace that was dark where I would blend in and could drink my sorrows away as I tried to figure out what I was going to do next. ‘The Full Moon’ sign flickered slightly as I pulled my car across the street into the small parking lot. I opened my door, slipping my shoes back on before grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder as I stood up, closing the door to my car. I made my way across the street to the bar, my heels clicking loudly against the concrete sidewalk. The smell of old booze and smoke seemed to hand in the air like it was soaked into the brick and surrounding sidewalk. I didn’t let that bother me as I pushed open the door and stepped inside the darkened bar. The bar was dark and the air was cool and smelled like cheap booze and the lingering hints of cigarettes. It wasn’t overwhelming, but I could still smell it beneath the other scents.
I stepped inside the building, letting the heavy steel door close behind me. It let out a loud clang as it fell heavily closed, making me jump as I stood still, waiting for my eyes to adjust. When I could see clearly, I took in the room. It wasn’t a big bar, just a small hole in the wall place with rock music playing from the speakers that hung high on the dark painted walls. I wasn’t here for them, a good one sounded like a great idea for another night when I didn’t feel so broken. I wanted to tuck myself into one of the booths at the back and drown my sorrows into a few glasses of cheap whiskey. It would be the cheap stuff tonight. I needed to put back as much money as I could towards a lawyer for handling my divorce.
“Evening honey, what can I get you?” Her voice was soft, but hard at the same time. I looked back to the bar, scanning the labels of the bottles that lined the shelf before l looked back at her. “A whiskey, neat.” “I’ll get that for you. Did you want to start a tab? You look like you could use a few tonight.” “Yeah, I need more than a few.” I said, picking up the whisky and taking a sip. Grimacing at the taste as it burned its way down my throat. “I’ll set that up for you.” She said before looking at the men that sat at the bar. “If anyone gives you any trouble, let me know. We don’t get many like you here.” “Um, oh, okay.” I stuttered, unsure of what she meant. One of the men sitting at the bar shot me a tooth grin, but that wasn’t what worried me. No, it was the way his eyes seemed to grow darker than they should. It had to be a trick of the lighting or maybe I was just tireder than I thought and my mind was the one playing tricks on me. That had to be it, peoples eyes didn’t turn black like that. My throat felt tight.
I was going to be alone. More alone than I had ever been before. I was going to have to divorce my husband, the man that I had wanted to start a family with. The mad that I had promised to stand by in sickness and in health. The man that had slept with my sister. My sister, who I didn’t want to see again, who was pregnant with my husband’s baby. Her sleeping with Nolan hurt. It hurt worse than knowing he had cheated on me. He could have had anyone, why did he have to sleep with Bethany? How could she do this to me? If someone had told me this morning that I would be at a bar drinking alone while my husband and my sister celebrated her pregnancy. I would have laughed at them like they were crazy and told them that neither of them would do that to me.
But now I knew the truth. That they would hurt me like that, that they’d been together for a while now and she was doing something that I hadn’t been able to in all the months that we had been trying. My sister was going to have Nolan’s baby. My eyes started to burn as tears pricked at them. I was so stupid to think that they loved me, that they wanted the best for me like I had wanted for them. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. Reaching up, I scrubbed that tear away and opened my eyes. Blinking rapidly, I wasn’t going to cry over them. Picking up my drink, I tossed it back. Deciding that I would get one more when I noticed a man was standing outside of the booth watching me closely. He was wearing a suit and looked oddly out of place here.
I looked up at him and swallowed hard at the look in his deep blue eyes. Spencer I parked my SUV into the parking lot of Full Moon. It was one of the few businesses that I owned in the city that my family didn’t know about. They knew that it was shifter run, but they hadn’t realized that it was mine. It was the perfect place for me to sort through my father’s orders to my brother and I. I needed to find a mate; it didn’t have to be a mate that I was in love with. Love was for fools and I was no fool. Finding a mate that you loved made you weak. I had seen it too many times and I refused to weaken myself like that. Maybe in another life, I would have been holed up in a lair with a mate. Helping her through the heat that the moon sent all those fated to dragons into.
This life, though, it was a hard one. I had never had the urge to take a mate or to pass on my seed to make an heir. It had made me feel like I was broken when I was younger and I would hear of others finding their mates and the hopes they had of starting a family. When my mother was alive and I had told her my feelings on it, she had told me it would be different when I found my fated mate. Rolling the tension out of my shoulders, I pushed open the steel door to Full Moon and stepped inside. The scent of wolves hit me first, a woodsy smell that they all had. That with the sharp scent of oranges and spiced tea, the scent of Cristina. The scent relaxed me, but there was another scent there. One that coiled in my head, whispering sweet promises and desires that I wasn’t even aware that I’d had. It was a dangerous scent and I felt my teeth grow to sharp, fang-like points.
Salvia filled my mouth in anticipation of tasting the one who smelled like raspberries with warm hints of heavy cream. The room around me grew clearer as my vision sharpened and I knew that my eyes would be almost glowing, my skin rippled with dragon scales. The beast roared in my head, chasing away the low rock music that played around me. He was trying to come to the surface to take control from me and find her. Mate I closed my eyes, trying to bring my dragon back to heel. I couldn’t think with him beating against my skin like this and if I couldn’t think. That could be dangerous. I was going to need to kill whoever it was that smelled like this. A mate would make me weak. Yet, even thinking about killing her had my beast roaring louder. I fisted my hands at my sides. My sharp nails dug into my palm and I felt the sting of pain. It helped to clear my head and I took a slow, shuddering breath, opening my eyes. I looked around the bar, Cristina was watching me from behind the bar.
Her delicate face twisted up with worry as she dragged a cloth over the bar top. There were a few wolves sitting at the bad but none that I recognized. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a woman with long, dark brown hair. Her face was turned down to her drink, but even the side profile of her was beautiful. She wasn’t pale like the moon, her skin was tanned, her nose was slightly upturned but I could see her full fuckable lips. Those lips would look so good wrapped around my shaft that I felt my shaft stir to life. Mascara ran down her cheeks, but it didn’t take away from her good looks. If anything, it seemed to add to her beauty, making me think of what she would look like with that makeup running down her face as she looked up at me from her knees.
Her lips swollen from taking my shaft until she gagged on it. Her hands bound behind her back and that long dark hair curving her breasts, but not able to hide the rest of her skin from me. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone I had ever seen before. My beast wanted her and I knew that it was dangerous to want her this much. It was like my body burned for her. I walked over to the booth that she was sitting in. The sharp sent of salt hung around her, mixing with her sweet berry like scent. My mate was crying and I didn’t like it. My beast screamed for the blood of the person that had caused those tears. She should never cry like this. She picked up her drink, tossing it back before turning towards me. Her deep brown eyes going wide as she looked up at me. “Who made you cry?” I asked, trying to keep the growl out of my voice.