The Exiled Dragon
Amora nuzzled her dragon’s head to Nicholas until I gasped.
“Wha-?” I stuttered.
“Mate, Nicholas is my mate.” Nicholas purred, his dragon pushing his body tighter to Amora. “Adam is a disgraceful person,” her dragon let out a cry of defeat. It was the saddest cry, more so than any human could mate. It was full of pain and suffering. Nicholas purred louder, hushing her cries. “Enough of that,” her dragon chirped as if she had never cried at all. “We will talk more later. For now, we should celebrate.” Nicholas pushed away, hovering over Amora’s dragon as she scraped her claws against the stone, pushing away. Her dragon let out another roar as Nicholas chased after her.