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The man standing before me is no ordinary man but a weredragon whose presence reminds me of delicate passion. Right now, it looks like he’d use force to get what he wants from me.

I’m not even opposed to it. I would gladly surrender and submit to the power pulsing through the veins in his forearms. I’d take the punishment, the pain he’d inflict, and willingly give myself on my knees for him.

Until I remind myself that he’s no stranger to hurting me in other ways. Pleasurable pain, I can handle it. But breaking my heart?

That’s a no for me.

“Excuse me,” I say, cocking my head to one side to peek behind him. It doesn’t help that this only brings my view to his plump ass. “You’re blocking the view.

“What view?” he scoffs, placing his hands on his hips, a bulging arm becoming my view.

Gulping hard, it takes all of my strength to remain unbothered by how ridiculously glorious his body is. Is this the sign I wished for when I wished upon the dandelion? He’s enticing, I must admit, but so is my need for revenge, which I cannot ignore.

The tension in the air is dense and palpable, but I crane my neck to stare at the field, deliberately pretending as if he’s not even here.

That’s when he directs his frustration toward his sister. “Have you two been outside all day?”

“Yes, Brother,” Kairo replies pensively. “I’ve been showing Sierra the island. It’s been—”

“Have you had lunch?” he cuts in, prompting me to look up to find that the shell of his ear has turned color from his irritation.

“N-no,” his sister replies, to which he clicks his tongue.

He glances at me with fury, glinting in his eye, then turns back to his sister and says, “I told you to take care of things, Kai. She needs to eat,” he grates through gritted teeth.

Despite how absurd the situation is right now, I can’t help but feel moved. Especially when I get to my feet to face him in retaliation, having to crane my neck to look him in the eyes. He’s so close, I can almost taste the heady scent rippling off him, the way he’s behaving doing something to my core. Does he really care that much that I skipped a meal? Or is he just vexed that I’ve been ogling another man?

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I exclaim, positioning myself between the siblings like a shield for Kairo. “If there’s anyone you should be angry with, it’s me. She asked me about lunch, and I refused.”

His left eye twitches as his chest rises with a huge intake of breath. “You’re not to skip any meals, Sierra,” he grunts.

“It’s not a big deal if I do,” I protest.

A growl resounds from his chest, so intimidating that pebbles goosebumps on the flesh of my forearms. It’s not because of fear but because of the alarming awareness that pools between my thighs, imagining that sound vibrating on my body.

I never knew Felix to be as gloomy and grumpy as this, and I find myself strangely turned on by what I’m witnessing right now. From the way his jaw clenches to the ruptures of veins pulling taut beneath his flesh, I’m ready to throw myself at his feet.

If I thought I was the one dangling the carrot, he had the whole feast spread out for me. I can’t cave. Not now. Not while I haven’t fully exacted my revenge.

“As my mate, you cannot skip meals,” he says sternly.

My turn. “Good thing I’m not your mate, then,” I retort as I lift a hand to lightly brush his chest. It takes every ounce of strength to pretend that feeling the hardness of his defined chest barely tingles my fingertips when it ignites a fire inside me. My words bite at his ego, his lips parting to say something, but his resolve shattered as he stared at me, stunned.

“Come on, Kai,” I beckon his sister with a nod. “I wanna see that spot you told me about.”

Chapter 11 - Felix

Yesterday was a bust. I can only hope that today provides another clean slate, a fresh start. With my second chances piling up with failed attempts to get closer to Sierra, I’m starting to believe I have this whole thing wrong.

Maybe her father doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Unless there was someone else after me who broke her heart—but that wouldn’t explain the horror in her eyes when she saw me in human form on that balcony.

Sighing with a heavy heart, I pick a few more cherry blossoms from the garden in the courtyard, gathering my thoughts along with the bunch of flowers in my hand. It’s the slightest gesture of apology, but one I’m hoping works after my brief outburst at Sierra.

I didn’t mean to snap. It was only lunch they’d missed. Apart from caring about her well-being, what was more concerning was what I witnessed when I joined the game.

As I recall yesterday’s odd encounter, I felt a cold shiver. Not only was I met with more defiance, but I also witnessed Sierra practically drooling for another man.

Point of note—don’t take her anywhere near Brantley.

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