The Dragon's Lover (Elemental Dragons Book 2)

by Emilia Hartley

  They smashed into each other with enough force that the ground shook beneath them. The bear’s sharp claws tried to dig into Connor’s flesh, while holding Connor’s attacks at bay.

  “It helps to have allies,” Eli said, “You and your friends cost me a lot of mine. This was supposed to end it all. I was finally going to be rid of all you stupid wolves. There was no way the bears would have overlooked the death of their own alpha. They would have grinded all of you into the dust. And, when it all settled there would have been none of you left.” Eli cocked his gun again and aimed it at Samantha. She was in no position to avoid it.

  “Night night, sweetie,” he said.

  Samantha stared down the barrel with both eyes open. If this was her time to go then she was ready to accept it.

  Click.

  But, it wasn’t her time to go.

  “Dammit,” Eli said. He sifted through his pockets for more shells. Samantha wasted no chance at escaping from the vehicle wreckage. She felt around for anything that might have helped her while Connor dealt with the bear. Under the seat she found a crowbar, just out of reach. She stretched her fingers as far as she could but it was still inches away.

  In her distraction she didn’t notice Eli return. His knife stabbed deep into her shoulder and she cried out in the night. The blade staked her through the car seat and into the metal of the cab.

  “Just wait, right there,” Eli said. He continued to search his pockets but was coming up empty.

  Samantha grabbed the knife, with bloodied fingers she tried to pry it free from her shoulder, but it was stuck far too tight. Connor may have been able but he was too busy to assist.

  “Guess I’ll just have to kill you the old fashioned way,” Eli said.

  “You’ll have to go through me first!” shouted Alex, who struggled to his feet.

  “Ah hell, not you too,” Eli smacked himself in the head, “You’d think Mutt could do ONE damn thing.” He ripped the knife out of Samantha’s arm. Her blood spattered to the floor of the cab as she wailed in pain. “What’s the old adage again? If you want something done right do it yourself.”

  Alex hunched over to all fours. His black fur made him almost invisible in the dark space. Once he was fully shifted the only thing you could see was his glowing vibrant blue eyes. The hunter wasn’t dissuaded. Alex charged. He was fast. He darted across the distance between them in seconds, leaping with a heavy bounding stride.

  Eli raised his knife, stabbing clean into Alex’s stomach. “It doesn’t matter how fast you can dodge when you’re in mid-air.” He pulled the knife out of Alex.

  Connor growled, as he wrestled with the bear that gave him no ground. He could only watch as his friend and ally fell to the floor with blood oozing from his mouth.

  “Alex!” Samantha shouted. She lowered her head. Connor wondered if she’d given up entirely. The hunter was too strong. Whether she did or not didn’t matter to Connor. He’d seen Alex take worse beatings than that. This wasn’t over yet.

  “You hurt my friend,” Samantha said. Her voice was low. It had a rumble to it that Connor had never heard. “Do you know how hard it is for me to make friends?”

  “Lucky for you, you won’t have a chance to make a new one,” Eli chuckled. He leaned down to Alex, knife in hand. “You might want to look away for this,” he quipped. He held the knife up to Alex’s throat. The tip of the blade started cutting into his fur, down to the skin.

  The metal in the truck groaned. Samantha exhaled a scream that shook Connor to his core. He would never forget it for as long as he lived. Her hand jutted out of the cab of the truck. A thick coat of brown fur grew to cover it as it grew. Her other hand pressed into the roof, as it increased in size it sliced right through the steel of the body. Brown fur wrapped itself around her Samantha’s head as it ripped and tore into something else.

  Connor had seen her shift before; she was large then, but now she was growing larger. Her shoulders tore the roof of the truck off at the seams. Then, as her legs changed, the metal of the truck groaned. Her muscles bulged, freeing her of her bonds. She was the same size as Henry. She was an alpha.

  Eli stood, looking up at the massive hunk of fur that loomed over him. A flash of fear came over him and he looked like the runt he always believed himself to be. He dropped his knife at her feet. No matter how fast he could run, there was no escape.

  A wave of her paw caused Eli to fly. Ten feet, twenty feet, then crunch, into the tree that the headlights were fixed on. If he had any life left in him, it would be gone soon. Samantha stomped over to him on all fours and buried her large furry paw into his face. The crunch of bone let Connor know of Eli’s fate. The other bear gave up his fight. He released Connor to make his escape, but not before Connor took care of him. There was no sympathy for traitors. With the taste of blood still in his mouth, Connor sauntered over to Alex and Samantha.

  Sam’s arm was about as big as he was. She nuzzled her nose against him and he stirred. Connor exhaled. A weight fell from his shoulders as reality set in. It was finally over.

  She licked at Alex’s wounds, happy that her friend was still alive. Alex, still in a daze closed his eyes and accepted his fate. There weren’t enough showers in the world to get bear saliva out of fur.

  “I’m … uh … sorry about your truck,” Samantha said. She held a blanket tightly around her chest. It spilled to the floor, covering her feet. She seemed to hover over the ground like royalty.

  Did Connor feel bad that it was destroyed? Sure. It was one of the last things that he’d received from his father. He had more memories in that old hunk of rust than in almost everything in his old den. But, he saw its loss as something else. He wasn’t losing an old friend; he was making space for new ones.

  “Don’t mention it,” Connor replied. They were walking back to the house. Connor carried Alex in his arms. His side wound was bound with the remnants of Samantha’s dress. It was a good thing that Connor kept a spare blanket in the truck for picnic emergencies with Tess.

  Although, thinking about it, if he were to tell Samantha how many times he’d had sex on that blanket, she might just decide to leave it. He laughed to himself.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing,” Connor replied. They were greeted on their way back by a welcoming party of Cynthia and Tess running at them through the grass clearing.

  Tess.

  “I’m so glad you’re okay!” she shouted. She latched her arms around Connor with a vice like grip. Whatever air he had in his lungs left him. Alex yelped in his arms, he was feeling it too.

  “Medic!” Cynthia shouted.

  The light of dawn was pushing through thick gray clouds. Morning’s dew filled the air and gathered on their sweaty, blood stained skin. As they approached Henry’s house, the glory of battle left them, they realized what had happened.

  Samantha lost the last of her relatives. She was all alone now. Connor remembered the story she told him when they were travelling together. The pang of loss struck him deep in his breast again. He reached out his arm to Samantha but she fell to the ground and started crying with her face in her hands. Nobody said a word, with each one of them losing a close loved one, they’d all sympathized with her. Connor lifted her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight and close. Tess too joined in the embrace, then Cynthia and Alex.

  Samantha couldn’t stop from crying. She sputtered out a thank you. A drop of rain caught Connor on the head, then another.

  “We should probably get inside,” he said. Nobody argued. They all ran for the front door as the rain pelted harder. The canopy of trees did well to shield them, but nothing beat being indoors.

  CHAPTER 14

  “It isn’t hard to become an ordained minister,” Samantha said, “I just went online and was done in like … ten minutes.”

  “Yeah, but she’s my sister. I should be the one who officiates the wedding,” Alex replied. Tess walked downstairs to join them. She had a radiant glow that
seemed unnatural but showed her inner beauty. Connor couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms.

  “Shutup, both of you. Alex, you’re the best man. Cynthia is the maid of honor, so that left Samantha to officiate. So just quiet down. This is my wedding day, dammit!”

  Samantha stuck her tongue out at Alex who just rolled his eyes. Marcus leaned against his walking stick while waiting for his daughter to join him.

  “Seriously, she is gorgeous,” Cynthia said.

  “I told you to pipe down. I can see that.”

  “Why do we have to have the wedding inside Sam’s house?” Alex asked.

  “Because, that was her only requirement to create a truce between the bears and the wolves,” Connor whispered loudly, “Now shut it.”

  Samantha giggled at the makeshift altar. It was true. She wanted to see Connor and Tess married before she followed through with a truce. It had been two weeks since the bears had lost their alpha, but also two weeks since the end of their fighting. A few days after her grandfather passed, Samantha was made pack alpha by a unanimous decision from the rest of the pack. She was young, but that didn’t make her any less experienced than the rest of them. Being raised by her grandfather, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that she would be a fine leader. Not only did her grandfather leave her with the proper skills to lead, but he had also left her a small fortune.

  Tess walked along the hard wood floor to take her father’s arm.

  “You’re just as beautiful as your mother,” he said. She was already close to tears but hearing about her mother put her over the edge. She’d always imagined wearing her mother’s wedding dress; the long gown flowed behind her as she hovered over to her mate.

  Marcus offered her to Connor. She hopped into Connor’s arm, excited.

  “Wow, I guess we know what’s happening tonight,” Samantha joked. A laugh stirred about the room. “You know this formal crap is fun but it’s kinda boring, don’t you think?”

  Tess stood beside Connor, his tight shirt barely containing his physique.

  “Tess,” Samantha said, “Do you love Connor?”

  “Of course!” she shouted.

  “And, Connor, do you love Tess?” she asked. Connor turned his head to view the woman he’d fell in love with.

  “Absolutely.” Samantha smiled broadly. Alex slapped Connor on the shoulder.

  “Then by the power invested in me by the internet, I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the-” Neither of them waited for the end of that sentence, they were already kissing.

  “Of course you still have to sign the marriage form…” Samantha continued.

  “I think they’ll be like this for a while,” Alex said. “We better just leave them be.” Cynthia agreed, and then joined her boyfriend just across the way. Samantha tip-toed away from the newlyweds then joined Marcus who was waiting just behind them.

  “I guess that means this whole war thing is over. Right?” She said. She offered a hand to Marcus and he shook it vigorously. The fighting was finally over.

  EPILOGUE

  “Stop hitting your brother!” Tess shouted, “Ugh, I can’t wait for the day that you two can understand me.” She rubbed at her belly which was already pregnant with another set of pups. Everyone was surprised when they’d heard she was having twins on her first go, but a second pair? This was ridiculous.

  “You’ll get the hang of it,” Cynthia offered.

  “I’d be more excited if Connor weren’t so busy all the time. We barely get any alone time together with these two around.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you two will be back and frolicking in the wind in no time,” Cynthia finished washing the dishes and joined Tess.

  “So how long are you guys in town this time?” Tess asked.

  “Probably another couple days,” Cynthia replied. She picked up a rattle from the floor and returned it to the table. Tess had given birth to not one, but two loveable children. A girl and a boy. Tess named the daughter, and Connor the son.

  “Well, Henry and Sophie are going to miss you guys,” Tess said, “And I’ll miss all the help you’ve been able to give me this past week. I haven’t had a wink of sleep in a month.” She laughed.

  “Does Connor help out at all?” Cynthia wondered.

  “Of course he does,” Tess replied, “It’s just that most the time he just gets them riled up before bedtime, and then I’m stuck lying with them for an hour hoping they’ll get to sleep. Seriously, don’t let Alex play with your kids before bedtime.”

  Cynthia laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. Connor entered the kitchen where they were playing.

  “Hey ladies,” he said, “having fun?”

  “If you think changing dirty diapers is fun, then sure,” Tess said, “It’s so fun, we should trade jobs. I’ll go outside and build houses and you can come in here to take care of babies.”

  Connor leaned in and kissed Tess on the forehead, then rubbed her belly. The belly rubbing was always the worst part of being pregnant.

  “Maybe when you’re a little less pregnant,” Connor said.

  “So does that mean you’re giving up on sex, then?” Tess scoffed.

  “No can do,” he said, “I just find you too damn attractive.”

  Tess laughed while Cynthia rolled her eyes. Connor looked the same as he always had after the last year, stacks of muscle and shirts that were always too tight. But, the love that Connor and Tess shared was more than just appearance.

  Cynthia secretly hoped that was the same bond that she and Alex shared.

  They were all rocked from their thoughts as the sound of a loud thumping engine rolled its way down the driveway.

  “What the hell is that?” Connor wondered. He walked outside. Tess stood up as fast as she could with her pregnant belly to join him. The den had grown over the past year. The once shoddily built houses that lined the dirt road were rapidly disappearing to make way for real homes. Nothing large and fancy, anyway, just something cozy where you could keep a roof over your head on a rainy day. The person they had to thank for that was Samantha. She’d come through for them on so many levels. With her newfound wealth she paid off the mortgage and help fund the housing venture.

  She was, after all, the godparent to Tess’s first two children. She had to spoil them.

  Waddling her way to the patio, Tess saw what was causing the commotion. An old, yellow truck. She thought it sounded familiar, but it had been so long since she’d heard the sound of that engine that it faded from memory.

  “What is this!?” Connor shouted, running out to stare at the shiny new paint job.

  “It’s a gift,” Samantha said, “Remember? I destroyed your last one?”

  Tess wasn’t there, but she’d heard stories of how Samantha grew into a massive bear right before Connor’s eyes. Such a small girl, yet so powerful. Deserving of the title of alpha.

  “I had to take the thing down to base parts, I tried to salvage as much as I could but it’s basically brand new from the ground up. I thought you might like it.” She plopped the keys in Connor’s hand.

  “For me?” he asked. Samantha nodded. He wrapped himself around her so fast that her head spun.

  From the passenger seat of the truck stepped Billy. Yes, that Billy. He and Samantha had been dating for the last six months. She once told Tess that he was nice to her when she was stuck in the cage. They’d chat every night, and Billy would keep her company till she fell asleep. It sounded romantic, in an awkward way.

  “At least he found somebody,” Cynthia said, gagging. She didn’t like the idea of Sam dating that creep, but if he made her happy what could she say? Her mind wandered when she heard the sound of Alex’s motorcycle start to make its way into the den. He crawled past the new truck that stood in his way and pulled to a stop a moment later. Kicking out the stand and pulling off his sunglasses, he examined the beautiful new truck.

  “Who’s is this?” he asked.

  “Mine,” Connor said with pride.
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  “Damn, I’m going to have to find out who your mechanic is.” Samantha smiled and waved at him. “No way, you did this?” She giggled as Billy came around the truck to hold his woman.

  Alex couldn’t help but wonder what she saw in him. Nonetheless, he had something else on his mind.

  Cynthia tackled Alex. She had something that she wanted to tell him but her nerves weren’t allowing her to.

  “Hey Cyn, can we talk?” He looked over the people that were gathering around the truck, “… alone?”

  At least this would make things easier. She walked arm in arm with him to the side of the old farmhouse. She remembered this spot clearly from a long time ago. It was the place where they’d first shared a real kiss, and the same spot where he’d asked her to run away with him before the fights started.

  “We’ve been together for almost two years now, and it’s got me thinking. The memories we’ve shared together, the experiences, I think we’re a really good match,” he said. He fumbled with something inside of his pocket. “I can’t imagine going anywhere in life without you. You’re my best friend and my partner.” He knelt down on his knee. Cynthia shuddered all throughout her body, her knees became weak, and a lump stuck itself in the back of her throat. “Will you marry me?” He held up a ring box, inside was a simple ring. A gold band with a small diamond inset.

  Cynthia did her best not to cry, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yes.”

  Alex stood back up as Cynthia leapt into his arms. She covered his face with kisses. It probably wasn’t appropriate for the children watching from the kitchen.

  “I have something to tell you, too.” She was still overcome with emotion. Alex returned her to the ground and she wiped at the tears on her face. “Alex, I’m pregnant.” His face went blank. She worried that he was going to take back the ring. He was a man that valued his freedom. He went out of his way to make sure he had it. Having kids would only slow him down.

  “I have never loved you more than I have right now,” he said. He snatched her by the arm and ran to the front of the farmhouse where everyone stood nonchalantly.