Varianlir's POV
“So, was your mate the eccentric one with the blue and green hair or the beauty in olive skin?” I acted before my brain could process that it was Tristan who spoke.
I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him to the nearest wall.
One moment, I was standing there, looking at my mate disappear with a stranger; the next, my hand was around his throat, slamming him against the stone wall hard enough to crack it. Draco roared in my mind, his fury a wildfire scorching my senses.
“Kill him. He wants our mate.”
I’ve never had problems to control my dragon. He may be strong, but I always keep him in check.
Right now, I’m trying really hard not to do what he says.
“You think this is a joke?” I snarled, my voice guttural, scales rippling across my skin as Draco’s power sur
