Page 58 of Rescued By The Dragon

“Not for you,” she hissed. “Give one to your brother.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is being a part of the royal family that important to you? You would seriously toss either one at any dragon in the family?”

I had a feeling she was hiding something, but I didn’t know what it was. “Tell me, why is it so important for one to marry into the family, Helena? Are you that desperate for money? Power? Tell me, what is it?”

She pressed her mouth into a hard line.

What was she hiding?

My dragon smelled it. The lies. Something deeper.

“Who doesn’t want what’s best for their child, Dorran?”

“It’s Dragon Prince to you, and apparently, you don’t.”

She sneered. “Amara isn’t my child—,”

“Exactly,” I hissed. “And her made-up mental illness you’ve been dealing with all these years? You’re a piece of trash, and I hope you know you’ll never see her again. I’ll have an evaluation performed tomorrow by our doctor and discredit your guardianship claim. I suggest you figure out another way to marry into our family because your girls will never be part of it.”

I turned to walk toward the door when I felt her hand on my wrist. I yanked it from her and glanced down over my shoulder. “You won’t win this. Amara will not get the house and the restaurant if she isn’t here. You want her so badly, take her, and I swear she won’t see a dime.”

“She doesn’t need a dime. She has all the money in the world with me, Helena.”

She chuckled. “Amara loves that restaurant and this house. She shared it with her real mother and father far before I came along. She won’t part from it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t come crawling back once she realizes I’m not handing over anything. You think you know her. You don’t. You’ve known her for what? A week? All those times you snuck into her window and drugged my dog. You don’t know what she’ll do to feel just a small part of her father again.”

The smirk on her face fueled my dragon’s hatred for this woman. Reaching forward, I slammed my fists onto the kitchen counter, breaking off a piece of granite, and it shattered all along the floor.

She yelped. “You have no idea who the hell you’re messing with. Have a good day, Helena. Amara won’t be back.”

I left before I went with my urges and slammed her head into the counter. The cruelty she had for Amara twisted something inside of me. It ran so deep.

Pulling out my phone, I called Mr. Fredrick.

“Hello.”

“It’s Dorran. I need you to do me a favor. I need you to find out all you can about Helena Tremaine.”

“Okay,” he said. “Is something wrong?”

“No. She’s my mate’s stepmother. The one with the will.”

“Ah, yes, have you decided if you want to contest the will or not, Son?”

“Go ahead with it, but I plan to have a fix before it’s over with.”

“Now, don’t go getting into trouble, Dorran.”

“You know me better than that.”

He snorted. “Do I?”

I hung up the phone while walking toward the front doors of the castle. Dragons were moving in beds and chest-of-drawers through the front entrance, drawing attention from the passing civilians.

I slipped between them, shoving my way into the castle, finding my mother directing traffic. Her face lit up when she noticed me. “Dorran, you decided to come visit—,”

“Where is Dad?”

She scoffed. “With the leader of The East Kingdom in his office—,”

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