Page 10 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

He uses his wings to keep us hovering above the balcony, his grip on me loosening before he lifts me over the rails. Surprisingly, he’s gentle as he allows me to get to my feet. When I’m safely on the ground, the dragon turns its head and makes to leave.

I rush forward, gripping the rails and leaning over. “Wait! Don’t go!” I call out, wondering if he can understand me in his dragon form.

It appears he does when he pauses, turning his magnificent head to face me, his eyes meeting mine. It’s only now that I see how rich his cobalt blue eyes are, circled by a ring of ivory that glimmers.

The dragon’s slitted eyes appear sad, the scales on its forehead wrinkling as if it’s frowning. He drops his gaze, almost as if in shame. I’m not sure.

“Wh—who are you?” I whisper gently. I’m sure my life isn’t in danger, and now curiosity has gotten the best of me. “I mean… Are you really a weredragon?”

The dragon’s eyes lift again as he nods his head.

“Okay…” I digest this before taking a deep breath. “That means you have a human form too, right?”

The dragon seems to hesitate before nodding reluctantly. That same spark of excitement from before ignites inside me again. If I’m meant to be his mate, I’d like to know what he looks like in human form. I doubt the mating thing means it’s done while he’s at least ten times my size.

Unless…

No! That’s absurd!

Stifling my amusement when the thought crosses my mind, I say, “Show me.”

Again, I’m met with reluctance when the dragon hangs his head. Though he’s the stronger creature between the two of us, I feel more courageous in this moment. With everything I’ve learned today, the protection he’s offered in our short time together makes me trust him.

I definitely trust him more than my father. I trust him more than the man who broke my heart. Perhaps I’m not fully healed from what the two men in my life did to me. Dad’s ruthlessness while I was growing up was understandable in some ways. But the man I fell in love with—Felix—his betrayal never made sense to me.

It could be the remnants of that trauma that draws me toward the dragon. Human men aren’t capable of love. On the other hand, a dragon man could just turn out to be the Prince Charming I wasn’t looking for.

I learned that miracles can happen when you least expect them. I was doing fine on my own, but now I feel like a princess in a castle, about to meet her prince.

Except, the weredragon prince refuses to show his human form with a shake of his head. Frowning fiercely, I take a stance against him, standing taller and gripping the rails firmly.

“Listen here, dragon man…” I say sternly. “... I get that I’m supposed to be your mate. But my whole life has just been uprooted. All I ask for in exchange is your cooperation.”

The dragon sighs, his warm breath fanning my face as he comes closer. The peaked shoulders of his large form droop sullenly, and he appears as despondent as a dragon could be.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I actually pity the dragon. Could it be that he’s so horrible-looking? I can’t imagine how a creature so stunning could be a stark contrast in human form.

Curiosity wins over as I step back to clear space for him. He avidly avoids making eye contact with me. I maintain my composure, waiting with bated breath as the dragon glides over the rails and closes his reptilian eyes.

His scales ripple over his arms and disappear, leaving behind creamy golden skin on bulging forearms just as his claws retract into human fingers. His armored chest folds in, replaced by a broad human chest clothed in a black t-shirt. I gulp, eyes fixed on how tautly the cotton fabric pulls against his muscles, pectorals so heavily defined, he might just burst out of his clothing.

When his feet touch the ground in sneakers, my eyes travel up his muscular thighs, heat rushing through me when I notice the prominent bulge at the apex. My jaw drops, his body so well-defined that it barely leaves much to the imagination. He’s a walking Adonis, and I eagerly anticipate seeing what treasures his face possesses as my gaze travels further upward.

His wings close in behind him, disappearing at his back while his face shifts. My heart races with my anticipation, watching as platinum blonde waves erupt from the top of his head. They lengthen out until the tips touch his ears, cascading around his face like a frame. When his face morphs completely and all that’s left standing in front of me is a human man, I feel the blood rushing from every nerve ending as horror takes over.

His blue eyes meet mine, and I forget how to breathe altogether.

It can’t be…

I refuse to believe it…

Yet, he’s standing right in front of me, as real as he was seven years ago.

That’s how long it’s been since I last saw Felix.

It all comes back in a split second. The memories, the joys, the unforgiving heartbreak he’d caused me.

I open my mouth to say his name as soon as I remember to breathe, but nothing escapes my lips. My throat feels dry, the life sucked out from me by the past I thought I had tucked away for good.

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