Page 2 of Cage Me

Gris huffed and puffed stirring up small dust devils but went back to his duties. Probably going to put about twenty more dragons on patrol around the little succubus.

Cage couldn't blame him, and if worse came to really fucking worst, Gris would make a good Wyvern. Not that he wanted the job, but if Cage didn’t accomplish this mission, well, let's just say he'd plan the coup himself.

There is only one way Cage could be the true Wyvern his golds needed. That was to get his dragon back. There was only one way to do that.

Go to hell and find his mate.

There was a lot more riding on Cage finding his mate than just his own forsaken soul. The souls of the rest of his Wyr and all their potential mates depended on it.

No pressure.

Jakob and Ky, Wyverns of two of the other dragon wyrs had already found their mates. The first in centuries. None of them had even thought it was a possibility.

Since then, in just a few short weeks, at least a dozen more dragons had found, marked, claimed, and mated women who filled their souls and their powers to overflowing. But, only Jakob’s greens and Ky’s blue dragons had been blessed.

The reds and his own golds were just fucked.

The AllWyr council had surmised that the Wyvern of each Wyr must have to be mated before the rest of his dragons would be able to.

The only thing keeping Cage from going berserk and killing every demon dragon under the sun was the fact that he already knew who she was.

Azynsa.

Such a strange and beautiful name.

It was almost all he knew about her. That and she was half mermaid.

The fates had to be laughing their asses off for coming up with that one. A flyer of the skies and a lush creature of the ocean, soul mates.

Where in the world would they live?

He’d figure that out later, assuming they both survived long enough to get together.

Azynsa already owned his soul.

Quite literally.

He’d known it the instant she’d touched his missing soul shard. She’d healed him from the worst case of man-flu in the universe. Even though they’d been on different planes, separated by miles, space, and time., he knew her and their connection.

Weirdest fucking feeling ever. Like a miracle wrapped up in an enigma sprinkled with fear and fairy dust.

Azynsa was his true mate, and he was hers.

Only problem, she’d been kidnapped by the Black Dragon, the king of hell, and when his brother wyverns had tried to save her, she’d… disappeared.

Ky and Jakob had left her on the promise from some shithead of a rogue dragon, that she too had escaped.

He knew better.

She was down there. Tortured by the heat and something that weighed heavy on her heart. He’d had dreams of her hiding, spying, crying.

No, not crying. She had yet to shed a tear.

The dreams were not his imagination. He suffered her pain and sorrow as if he were there with her. A part of him was.

He’d also known her bravery, an internal toughness that even most dragon warriors couldn’t match.

She was one badass mermaid.

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