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Desired by Alpha Bear

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by Sarah J. Stone


  Even now, he felt like he was possibly just a place holder for Finneas, and not really the King.

  But everyday that Finneas did not return was another day that he knew he had to shoulder this burden and do what he thought was best for his kingdom and his family.

  The ring was found, polished, and a new band put on to fit what they thought would be Enya's finger.

  Cole changed his clothes into his formal dress attire, looking like a beautiful Prince. He took Enya's breath away when he walked into the room.

  “What are you looking at?” he teased her, as she sat up in bed.

  “You look mischievous,” she said. “Like you're up to something. What is it?”

  “What makes you think that I'm up to something bad?” he asked.

  She gave him a look.

  “Did your brothers make a breakthrough?”

  “Yes,” he said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “They did.”

  “So?” She looked so hopeful, her eyes sparkling, and her cheeks full of color. She looked much better now that the medical team had helped her, and now that the excess magic had flowed from her body. He could see that she would soon be ready to leave and to live life again.

  “So,” he said. “It turns out, I could devote my life to doing something good, and I might be alright. Repented, even.”

  “What are you talking about?” she asked.

  “Well,” he replied. “I couldn't imagine anything better to do with my life than taking care of you, being with you, and living with you.”

  “What?” she asked, in shock. “Cole, what are you talking about?”

  He pulled out the giant sapphire. “I'm talking about marrying me. If you want.”

  Her jaw fell open as she looked at the ring.

  “Marrying you? Staying here?”

  “Marrying me,” he said. “So, my beautiful, Enya, will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, and he slipped the ring onto her finger. “Yes, I will marry you.”

  “Good,” he replied. “Because with you in my life, I will be the best person I could possibly be.”

  Chapter 15

  When Enya pictured her wedding, she had never pictured something so grandiose. She had wanted a ceremony on Earth – a traditional wedding ceremony. The fact that she had been away from her parents and family for so long had been wiped away with Cole's magic. But she didn't want to continue lying and wiping their minds forever. She wanted them to know that she was safe, happy, and married. She had concocted some story about Cole living in Australia and being a pilot so she didn't have to be in the same place whenever they wanted to visit. It was the closest to his accent and the closest to his true status that she could get without completely lying.

  Her parents and her friends were nothing but happy for her. Enya was thriving – rosy cheeked and happy – and there was no one who thought this wasn't the best thing for her. She was clearly in love, and her wedding in the local church was a dream come true.

  “Thank you for helping me,” Enya glanced to Ariel as she did up the buttons on the back of her dress. “You're so kind.”

  “If we're going to be living in the same place,” Ariel replied. “We might as well get to know each other. Besides, I like weddings.”

  “You do?” Enya said.

  “Sure. It's just like a show, isn't it?”

  Enya laughed. “You're such a romantic.”

  “I try,” Ariel said. “There, all done.”

  “Oh my.” Looking in the mirror, Enya gasped. She felt like a princess in antique lace, with lace sleeves, and a tiara woven into her hair.

  She had to look twice to remind herself that she was, in fact, a princess. Marrying Cole meant that she would be a Dragon Princess, and she would have a life that she thought was only possible in fairy tales.

  “Are you ready?” her father asked, sticking his head into her bridal room. “I think everyone's here. I must have fallen out of step with your friends, because there are a lot of people here I don't recognize.”

  “Oh,” she said. “Probably Cole's friends.”

  “Right,” he held out his arm. “They all look alike, have you noticed? All tall with pale eyes. Does he belong to a cult?”

  “Dad!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Come on.”

  “Just kidding,” he said. “But it is time to go. Everyone is here.”

  “Right,” Enya said, and took his arm.

  Everything about the wedding looked normal. It was just her best kept secret that her future husband was not human.

  Cole was waiting at the end of the aisle, and Enya's eyes focused on him right away. He looked so handsome and so well put together. Alexander and Nicholas stood behind him in nearly identical suits. Perhaps it was because she was looking for it, but she could see the flash of yellow eyes from her dragon lover.

  She blushed as they walked down the aisle.

  If someone had told her a year ago that this would be her life, she would have laughed. She was supposed to be dead, not happy and married. Dragons had changed her entire life.

  When they reached the end of the aisle, her father placed her hands in his. He lifted her veil, kissed her on the head, and then stepped aside.

  Cole smiled at her, squeezing her hands.

  “Hi,” he said. Enya blushed.

  “Hi,” she replied. “How are you?”

  “Oh, you know, I have this thing today,” he said with a smirk. When they returned, they would have a proper dragon wedding, and she was sure that it would be glorious and beautiful. But this, here and now, was the type of wedding she had always dreamed of.

  The priest cleared his throat, and they both turned to him. In yesterday’s rehearsal, the words hadn't felt real. But now, as he spoke, Enya felt them hit her right in the heart. This wasn't just rehearsal. This was real.

  Enya felt her heart rate rise, and she squeezed Cole's hand for support. He sent a tiny bit of magic, almost as a question, but she just smiled, and shook her head. She wasn't ill. She was happier than she had ever been.

  No one said a word. Everyone in the congregation could see that they were clearly in love. The way he looked at her, the way she turned to him. She felt so in love and connected. Enya had always felt unsure, alone, and out of step. But it had turned out that was because her soul mate just wasn't on Earth. She had been looking in all the wrong places.

  “Enya,” the priest turned to her, solemnly. Enya trembled, raising her chin. “Will you have this man to be your husband, to live together with him in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto him as long as you both shall live?”

  “I do,” she said, looking into his yellow eyes that she had come to love so much. He was the most handsome man that she had ever met.

  “Cole,” said the priest, turning his gaze upon the dragon prince. “Will you have this woman to be your wife, to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live?”

  “I will,” he said. They had already been through so much, and in a lot of ways, had already honored those vows.

  “Will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in their marriage?” The priest turned to the congregation.

  “We do,” they chanted.

  The rings were the bit of dragon lore that Cole had worked into their Earth wedding. Alexander passed over two intricately carved golden and platinum rings that were stronger than any metal found on Earth. They were made for their hands and their hands alone.

  “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” Cole whispered, as he slipped the ring over her finger. He had never been timid or afraid, but in this moment, he was ove
rcome with emotion.

  “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” Enya said, putting the ring on his strong hand.

  “Enya and Cole, having witnessed your vows of love to one another, it is my joy to present you to all gathered here as husband and wife. Cole, you may kiss the bride.”

  Cole swept her down and kissed her, and Enya felt her heart race.

  Happily-ever afters did exist, and she finally had hers.

  Alexander (Bonus)

  Dragons of Umora Book 2

  Sarah J. Stone

  Chapter 1

  “And look at your life. Look at your life through heaven's eyes.”

  She extended her long leg, her body a perfect silhouette, and then launched into the lively dance routine the choreography called for. She didn't even have to think about what she was doing, her muscle memory taking over. Sometimes, Ariel was stunned as to how she did anything at all. She had been dancing for so long that it appeared she absorbed choreography by osmosis, and wasn’t even aware of that she was doing half the time, until the music started.

  Normally, she danced as a strict ballerina, usually prima donna, leading the pack with her rebellious moves. Ariel had been a ballerina since she was nine years old. On stage, she was the uniform ballerina, with her fiery red hair pulled into a bun, her tutu always in perfect condition, and her face serene. She had even taken more gigs in musicals lately, enjoying the difference between the musical world and the strict world of ballet. Off stage, she was rebellious, her cleavage exposed, her green eyes sparkling, and her long fingers tracing flirtatious lines on men's chests. Ariel could have been a model, a high-end escort, an executive – basically, anything that she wanted. She loved dancing, but she also knew that she couldn't do it forever. Luckily, she already had another plan for her life.

  When the production of Prince of Egypt took its final bow, Ariel was quick to head backstage to her dressing room. She didn't mind leaving in her makeup, but she certainly didn't want to leave on the conservative costumes that they made her wear. She was much happier to change into a high-low skirt and tube top. She let down her hair, curls falling around her shoulders, and glanced in the mirror. Her milky white shoulders were well toned, and her long legs now had shoes that laced up to her knees. She was a goddess, on or off stage.

  “You're in a rush,” her dressing room mate, Tara, said to her as she sauntered back in. “Hot date?”

  “Sure,” Ariel replied. “You could look at it like that. Two days off, I'm going to use it well.”

  Tara wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Who is it?”

  “None of your business,” Ariel replied, although she smiled.

  “Is it that Alexander bloke?” Tara asked.

  “Maybe,” Ariel replied casually, as she slipped her jewelry back on.

  “You better be careful,” Tara said. “People might think you're serious about him, the way things have been going.”

  “We're not serious,” Ariel replied. “We just have an understanding.”

  “Right,” Tara said. “An understanding.”

  “See you on Wednesday,” Ariel picked up her bag that cost more than a week's salary, and sauntered out the door into the lobby.

  The man in question was waiting for her in the lobby with a well-tailored suit on his back, and a smile on his face.

  The first time she had laid eyes on Alexander, she had been stunned. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Lean muscles and a handsome face, with well-defined features – he had caught her eye from the moment he walked into a room. But what really attracted her was the flash of yellow she saw in his eyes, especially when he was angry. She loved it when he was angry, his head held high and his face regal. He looked like a king, and that was because he was one. Alexander was King of the Dragon Lords, far away on the planet of Umora.

  It wasn't long into their torrid, steamy affair that she had figured it out. But Ariel herself wasn't an ordinary human either. She was a carapace, the reverse of a supernatural creature. With her mere presence alone, Ariel could suck the supernatural powers from the world around her. Everyone was reduced to human while Ariel was around. Some of them didn't like it; some of them thought that she and her kind were too dangerous to live. But Alexander loved the burden of being a dragon shifter taken away from him. He loved kissing her and feeling the supernatural senses melt to nothing – feeling nothing but her hands and her lips. She didn't believe in love, and he didn't either. However, they were of mutual benefit to each other. He was addicted to the feeling she gave him, and they got along well.

  But when she was 18 years old, almost 19, he had repaid the favor she paid him nightly. Ariel's British work visa had run out where she was dancing. He had British citizenship by way of magic and had married her in a civil ceremony. It had been nothing but functional, and they didn't talk about it with anyone. Their marriage was of no consequence; he was sure that he'd enjoy her company either way. On Earth, he escorted her to fancy events, took her home from shows, and reveled in her arms. On Umora, she served as his queen when she pleased, sitting beside him on the throne, enjoying a life of luxury.

  She had no family, left in foster care as a toddler, but she loved his family. He had two younger brothers, Nicholas and Cole. Her secret brothers-in-law were mischievous princes, but they were each finding their way in life since their father had died. Cole had married a human, and Nicholas was happy with his position as regent. Ariel loved her life as queen as much as her life as a dancer. She didn't judge anyone; she came and went as she pleased, and she took no sides in any conflict. Ariel had always looked out for herself.

  Late at night, however, she also knew that the weight of the crown was driving into Alexander's very soul. He hadn't ever anticipated the throne. There had been an older brother, Peter, who had always hated what he was. Peter, at least the story that Ariel heard, walked around with a dark cloud over him. One day, he disappeared in the blink of magic, into the darkness that dragons go when their souls can not go on. No one had ever returned from there, and so the throne went to Alexander.

  “Hi,” she said, standing up on her tip toe to kiss him. She was tall, but he was taller. “How was that?”

  “You were ravishing, as always,” he replied, enjoying the kiss. “I'm glad I got to see it. A bit different from your usual programming.”

  “Not sure I'll stick with it,” she said. “But it was something different. Did I look hot?”

  “You looked beautiful,” he was always classy, always thinking about his words before he spoke. English did not come easily to him, although Ariel was completely fluent in the dragon tongue by now.

  “Oh, wasn't trying for that,” she teased him. “Are we going right away?”

  “We can, if you want,” he said. “Although, if you want dinner, I won't object to another hour or two away.”

  “Mm,” she said, as they headed towards the door. The plan was to return to Umora tonight and to stay with him for the next two days while the theater was closed. Alexander looked tired today, and she could see that he could use a break. She hated to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss, but it had been weighing on her mind all night. “Or we could stay tonight and head to City Hall in the morning.”

  “City Hall?” he said, his mind turning. He sighed. “Ariel, we are not getting a divorce. I don't know why you keep asking. It's not as if I keep you under lock and key. Is there someone else you're desperate to marry?”

  “No,” she insisted. “But being married, even in secret, does not vibe with my style.”

  “Your style,” he rolled his eyes. “I just…it’s of no consequence to you, aside from some paperwork. If you don't want to come back with me, it's nothing.”

  “I do,” she said. “But that's not the point.”

  “Ariel,” he sighed, running a hand over his face. “Can we talk about this later?�
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  She saw his eyes flash, and she stopped walking.

  “What is it?”

  “It's nothing,” he answered, but she knew him better than that. They had been together for 11 years, on and off, and she could read him better than a book.

  “Obviously, it is,” she said, and bumped gently against him.

  “That's the thing, it's not,” he said. “Someone, before I left, told me there was a rumor circulating in town that Peter had returned.”

  She stopped.

  “What? But you said that's not possible.”

  “Of course it's not possible,” he said. “But it got to me. The feeling I had when someone said that–”

  “Would you want him to come back?” she asked. “Even now? It's been years, hasn't it? And you've got the Kingdom set up to your rule.”

  “I…” he shook his head. “I don't know. It just stunned me. That's all.”

  Ariel squeezed his hand.

  “So, let's go out,” she said. “Paint the town red. Just don't get so plastered that you forget how to magic us back. We don't have to think about any of this now.”

  “That's your solution to everything,” he said, although he looked slightly less pale. “You are serious, though? About the divorce?”

  Alexander came from a place where there was no divorce, not even suggestion of such a thing. Dragons married for life, even if they didn't mate for life. He couldn't even fathom the very idea of having a second or third wife. He had known what it meant when he married her, and while their marriage was open, he had no intention of signing papers, even if it was just on Earth.

  “I am,” she said. “And it's not the first time we've talked about it. Don't act so surprised.”

  “We can talk about it,” he said, at last. “But I don't–”

  “I know,” Ariel said. “We come from very different worlds. I've long since accepted this.”

  “Well, at least there's that,” he loved being on Earth. The busy streets, especially in the dark, were memorizing. The cars whizzed by, people spoke on their phones, and the world seemed simpler and easier. “We can go out for a few drinks if you want. We should celebrate your success, in any case. You stole the show.”

 

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