William POV:
What the bloody hell was happening?
A dragon was holding my Domvalada, and not just any damned dragon, but Drogon, their prince. What he was saying was impossible, Lycan’s never had second chance mates and I’d never heard of one being double mated.
“This does not make any sense. Celeste is my mate, my Domvalada, she cannot possibly be yours as well.” I argued, swiping at the dust now coating my suit, my lips turning up in disgust. Dragons were a hot-headed lot, prone more towards using their fists and brutish strength to solve an argument than their wit.
“Am I supposed to believe one of your kind?” Drogon drawled, his dark gaze not straying from the face of my Domvalada. He was attempting to cup her cheek in a loving manner that had my blood boiling and my fangs exte
