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“The Cube…” I go on. “It runs our DNA through the system using advanced tech and a little bit of magic. What if it’s just finding our fated mates?”

“Isn’t that a rare thing?”

Cradling her cheek, I stare into her eyes. “As rare as meeting you in the mortal world and falling in love with you, only for you to turn out to be a match for me. Even with Aragon, Yazmine discovered Grandfather’s remains so that we could finally give him a proper burial. Maybe fated mates aren’t as rare as we thought.”

“I do believe in fate,” Sierra smiles. “I don’t think it’s anything but fate that led us back to each other.”

“Of course, mi ángel,” I press a kiss to the top of her forehead. “But this is something I need to tell the others about. If we collect fated mates, we become stronger as a clan.”

Sierra nods, sighing as she rolls over onto her back and stretches her arms above her head. “I should go check up on Dad,” she says as she climbs off the bed. “Are you gonna come with me?”

I shake my head as I get to my feet. “I’ll visit him later. I have to attend another Council meeting,” I say as I slide my pants up my thighs. “We have to clean up the mess with the werewolves. It’s something I need to deal with. This was a close call, we can’t be exposed like that.”

“Why hide?” Sierra asks, prompting me to pause and look up at her, noticing the way her brows are gently lifted with the question.

“Our existence has been a secret for centuries. That’s why the island is protected by the dome.”

“So, change the way things work,” she shrugs. “You changed the way the whole mating thing works. You can change the way the world sees you.”

“The humans won’t accept that we exist,” I object, to which Sierra sighs, climbing onto the bed on her knees and crawling toward me. She wraps her arms around my neck and stares intently into my eyes.

“Out there, the human world is changing, evolving,” she says. “You are probably the most powerful beings that exist on Earth. Imagine all the horrors you could end when people know that you exist.”

“We’re outnumbered, Sierra, there’s—”

“No,” Sierra sternly interjects. “Like you said, you become stronger with the clan getting their fated mates. There’s so much that can be prevented in the world if humans knew you existed. So much that can be done if you work together.”

“They’ll reject us, Sierra…”

“I didn’t,” she defends. “Neither did Lily or Yazmine. Or my dad, for that matter. It just comes as a shock at first, but the weredragons can literally take over the world if they wanted to. End world hunger, prevent wars.”

“That’s what we do from the shadows.”

“No more hiding,” Sierra says sternly. “No more tiptoeing around for the sake of the mortals. You don’t have any reason to be afraid.”

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“What about Diego?” Draco asked me when we’d gathered in the boardroom for the meeting with the Council.

“Sierra has asked me to keep him here. He’s got no one else in the mortal world, and trouble will just end up finding him again,” I chuckle. “He’s better off here, where he can be with his daughter and grandchild.”

Draco gasps. “She’s pregnant?”

I nod excitedly just as the Council Elders come in and take their seats. Draco pats my shoulder while Aragon comes in and hastily takes his seat.

“Sorry that I’m late,” our younger brother whispers. “Dracon is a little bit too attached to me.”

I chuckle lightly. “I told you already, fatherhood becomes you, Aragon,” I jest with a pat on his shoulder.”

“Thank you for joining us today,” Father addresses the Council. “Though Felix has given up his position as the Beta of the Aurora Dragons, he’s here today to give us an update about the werewolves he’d encountered. Felix…” Father gestures to me, prompting me to go ahead.

Clearing my throat, I nod at my father before giving the Council an update about everything that’s happened with the werewolves. With Aragon’s help, we’d learned about the lab facility in the mortal world where the werewolves from Mateo’s pack.

We’ve yet to discover if there are other packs with the same ambitions as Mateo’s pack—to harvest the blood of dragon shifters to gain immortality amongst their kind.

Our findings seem to come as a shock to the Elders, who’d been around for many centuries and haven’t had any trouble with other species of preternatural beings. They watch me, faces paling as I tell them about what the werewolves really wanted.

“... Unfortunately, we had to take them out. Only the leader of the pack remains in our dungeon, Mateo. He might come in handy if there are any disturbances in the future from another pack.”

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