Page 78 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

“I feel fine,” I realize as I bring my attention to my body. Focusing on mentally scanning myself, I find nothing out of the ordinary.

I've healed within thanks to the immortality brought on by carrying a dragonspirit. Unlike an ordinary birthing experience, mine had been blissful.

“Then you can go back home,” Doctor Amell jests with a reassuring nod.

I turn to Draco, who stares at me with fondness in his eyes. He reaches out to take our baby dragon, allowing me to climb out of the hospital in preparation to go back to the castle.

It’s like I’m riding on cloud nine, my feet featherlight as we enter our bedroom after quietly making our way back home. Draco gently lays our sleeping baby in the crib prepared by Kairo. He folds an arm around my shoulders, drawing me to his side while we both gaze at the life we’ve created.

Sighing in contentment, I lean my cheek on his chest. “Have you finally decided on a name?”

“Have you?” Draco asks as he smoothes a palm over my arm.

I take a deep breath before saying, “Three, two, one…”

“... Tyson,” Draco and I say in unison.

I giggle as I look up at Draco, amusement glinting in his eyes. Tyson was among three possible names we’d picked out for our son. But Tyson seems the most fitting.

I throw a playful punch at his shoulder. “Did you read my mind, Alpha Draco?”

“No, Lady Lily,” he teases. ”I guess this is just one of the many things we seem to agree on.”

“I can name one thing we don’t agree on,” I muse as I step out of his embrace.

Draco grabs my wrist and tugs me back. His breath is hot as it fans my ear.

“And what is that, m’lady?” he rasps at my ear, sending a shiver of awareness down my spine.

I’m about to turn seductive eyes on him when a knock on the door jolts us apart. I immediately lean over the crib in fear of Tyson waking up abruptly.

“Draco!” I grate annoyedly.

Draco huffs in irritation as he marches off toward the bedroom door. As soon as he throws it open, his siblings come crashing in with loud chatter and noise.

“Guys!” I reprimand just as Tyson begins to cry at the top of his lungs.

“Don’t worry, Lily!” Kairo assures me in a sing-song voice, sauntering toward the crib. “I’ve got it!”

Rolling my eyes as Draco’s brothers gather around the crib while Kairo lifts Tyson out, Draco joins me and mutters, “I’m sorry.”

“We were dying to meet the newest member of the clan!” Stryder yelps cheerfully.

“Yeah! It was totally unfair that we couldn’t be there when you gave birth!” Stryker adds, even though he wears a brilliant grin on his face.

Felix and Aragon argue about who should be next to hold Tyson while Kairo is able to soothe our baby’s cries with a lilting lullaby. Witnessing her maternal nature as she coos and sings Tyson to calmness, I feel the irritation subsiding.

Finally, when Tyson is calm, he hiccoughs and throws out a tiny puff of fire. Everyone bursts into laughter while Kairo groans, “Guys! Shhh… He’s gonna wake up again.”

I chuckle at Draco, who shakes his head as he watches his siblings. Felix comes over to us, cheerfully patting Draco’s shoulder. “

“Congrats, you two,” he praises. “What have you named the little one?”

“Tyson,” I reveal with a smile.

“Beautiful na—”

“Felix!” Aragon calls him, interrupting him mid-sentence. “You’re up!”

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