Page 22 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
“My son! Take my son.”
“Dad?”
The son turned to him, horror etched into his face. I threw my head back and laughed.
“At least I know that your loyalty to yourself runs deeper than to your pack. But you’re right. My preference lies with females. Your son is not to my tastes.”
The son, Dean, turned crimson with anger as he stared at his father, whose face was also taking on an interesting color.
“I—”
“Still speaking without permission. You should look to that. But I suspect this will be the last time I see you,alpha.”
“My pack will mourn your absence.”
I couldn’t quite decide if that was sarcasm, or worse, an attempt at flattery. Little fucker. I smiled coldly, letting a touch of my reptilian nature shine through my eyes.
“Oh, I suspect it won’t be my absence that prevents our meeting, but yours.”
He stared at me dumbly.
“I doubt there’s any place here for an alpha who would sell out his pack so readily.”
I shot a glance at the son, whose carefully averted eyes were darting rapidly as he processed my words—and, no doubt, his father’s betrayal. Maybe I’d come back this way in a year or two, just to see how this cluster fuck plays out.
“Unless you want to be crushed, I suggest you move,” I told them both mildly. “My shifted form, as you may recall, is quite substantial.”
They scurried back to the edge of the clearing as I turned and strode to its center. I threw a final disdainful look in their direction, gesturing to the fire still licking at the perimeter.
“Oh, and get someone to put out these flames. I don’t want the rest of my territory damaged.”
My transformation rushed over me before the smirk could form on my lips, and without paying the two shifters any further attention, I spread my wings and took to the skies, letting the settlement fall away to nothing below me. Time to head to ouractualdestination.
What was that about?my dragon demanded as the wind rushed past our huge form.
What? I thought you’d enjoy making lesser mortals squirm.
I enjoy achallenge.And so do you. We have no conflict with the wolves. Unless…
Unless what?I demanded, banking slightly to set us on course for Gaheris’s demesne.
Unless you were feeling the need to punish Kaylee’s tormentors.
The girl?I laughed, the sound rumbling from my throat and echoing through the air.Ridiculous. The packlands were in our path and I wanted some entertainment.
Right.
Don’trightme in that tone, lizard. You’re reading too much into it.
Right.
I huffed out a breath of steam that evaporated almost at once, my good mood evaporating with it. Since when couldn’t I antagonize some cowardly wolves for no reason other than I wanted to?
You can. You just didn’t.
I shook my head. There was no point arguing with him. He’d only see what he wanted to see—which, in this case, bore absolutely no resemblance to reality.
Stubborn beast.
