The Dragon's Babygirl

Chapter 2

Wyatt sat there dumbfounded, watching his precious little mate run away in tears. f**k. Why does he always do this? He didn’t mean to make her cry. Leaning back in his chair he glares up at the rafters. Why are you letting her leave by herself?! Get up and fallow her for f**k’s sake!! She’s not my damn responsibility. The hell she is! She. Is. Our MATE! OURS DAMMIT! Plus she could get hurt. The last part coming out in a whimper. Just shut up.

Getting up he walks over to the bar to wait for Sera. Damn woman is taking forever with whatever she’s doing in the back. “YO SERA! YOU BACK THERE!?” he hollers through the bar.

As if summoned, the short, dark-haired woman appears out of nowhere with a bright smile. “Well good evening Wyatt. Have a good day of work today?”

Grunting with a shrug, “Eh, the usual. Just ready to get home already. Wanted some beer before I left.”

“Sure thing!” after a quick scan around the room, Sera snaps her eyes back to him. “Where’d Fiona go?”

Groaning he slams his head against the bar top repeatedly. “I f****d up. I made her cry and she ran off. I wasn’t even being mean; I was just laughing.” Sighing he placed his head in his hand. “God I’m a fuckin’ moron.”

“Yes you are, but not for the reasons you might think.” Sera places a tall glass of deep golden liquid on the counter. “You do realize you two are perfect together...Right?”

“Pft, all I do is make her cry.” Gulping down his beer, he’s not a fan of light beers but this dark stuff is great. Slamming the glass down as he finishes, “Another please, I didn’t realize how thirsty I am.” Staying silent she gives him a refill. “Besides we both know I’m too corrupt for such a pure little angel like her. My inner beast would too rough with her Little.”

“Oh please, you guys are constantly together. She knows about your past, Wyatt. You were young and naïve. They took advantage and lead you astray. But you’re not that man anymore. None of that has stopped her from wanting you, badly.” Starting to polish a glass, acting like she didn’t just drop a bomb on him. See? Even the barmaid knows we should have her. N-no there’s no way she’d go for me. Ugh, you’re a dumbass if you believe that…

“By the way, you should probably go after her. Right now, she’s an emotionally unstable little girl, that has had multiple strong drinks after her shift. Who knows what kind of trouble she could get into out there?” Before she could even turn around, Wyatt had grabbed Fiona’s purse and was gone. “Oh well, I’ll just have to get his tab when he comes back.”

Kelly saunters out, happily carrying her new barrel. “Heard Daddy Dragon made Fiona cry again.” Sitting down and taking a long swig slamming it down. “So! Should we still go ahead with the plan, or see how tonight plays out?”

Sera smiles at Kelly, “Well if they aren’t together by tonight then we commence with our plan.” Grabbing Wyatt’s used glass, she washes and dries it before walking over by Kelly. Polishing the glass.

“Oh I hope Fiona will be ok! Let’s just hope Wyatt isn’t too much of a moron. Maybe this will be it. Everybody knows she’s his dragon’s mate. It’s only a matter of time.”

With a possessive growl rippling through his chest, Wyatt found himself already outside hunting down Fiona. Her scent has already begun dissipating with the light rain, but he can still catch enough to know what direction she’s gone. f**k, she went the opposite direction from her house. He gets a really bad feeling begin to drop in his stomach. Doubling his efforts; he begins running like a mad man through town.

“f**k Fiona, why’d you go this way? This is towards Quiver’s old territory…” He grumbles to himself. Fiona’s scent is getting stronger as he crosses into their area, making his dragon restless. This isn’t good. Where could she be? What could’ve happened? What if you’re too late? Would you shut up? I’m looking! You know if she were ours, the rules would keep her from doing this. Or at the very least, we’d get to punish her good once we hunt her down. And with a final huff, Wyatt finally has silence.

Wyatt isn’t sure how old he is, someone found him in the woods a long while after his father left him when he was extremely young; he assumes 2 or 3. But his best guess; he is 23 now with no idea when his birthday is. Not that it matters at this point, 18 is the highest stepping-stone. Being naïve back then, he joined Quiver’s Lair when he moved to this city. But after two years, he started realizing how bad they were making him. Sure they were a legal club, with all the bells and whistles. He got plenty of clients who willingly took anything he dished out. It was the behind the scenes crap, they don’t treat people right there… So he got out with his friend Zeke.

They came to The Enchanted Orchid’s master, Michael, and told him everything Quiver Lair has been doing. This led to a huge fight between the clubs, police got involved and everything. Quiver Lair went underground instead of having a legal front, they’ve completely disappeared from any radar. After the dust had settled, they asked Michael for permission to join the club. For some reason that Wyatt has yet to understand, he accepted them both with open arms. He had done horrible things to women who never deserved what was done to them. It took a while for him to realize it; Quiver Lair was, and continues to be, a human trafficking ring.

When they joined, everyone was mad at first. We were pretty well known after a while. Fiona was the first one to even talk to him. They quickly became friends, and Wyatt couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with her. It took him a while to accept his feelings, but his damn dragon wouldn’t leave him alone about it.

Shaking his head to rid the memories, he needs to concentrate on Fiona right now. He’s been fallowing her scent for half an hour already and he has yet to find her. Taking a moment to look around; the only people he can see are a couple of guys making their way down the road. Her trail seems to still go on for a while, so he stops in a small side niche in the building.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Wyatt leans against a brick wall to let them walk past. He needed to catch his breath, and this seemed the perfect opportunity. Well, that was the original plan anyway. When they were about to pass, his nose was overwhelmed by sour apples. That’s Fiona, but… She doesn’t smell quite right. She’s terrified! Where the f**k is she?!  

Wyatt struggles to hold back the anger bubbling up. He can’t tell yet if the smell is from them, or if they just happened to pass by her. Eyes snapping down to a suitcase the men had tried to hide from view. Still unaware of his presence, Wyatt lets out a deep, aggressive growl. “What’s in the case?”

Anthony yelps in terror, jumping behind Henry. “Oh just some clothes; from our extended stay with a few friends.” Henry replies casually. “The real question is, Nekane, what are you doing down here? You don’t belong here anymore.”

He just had to use that name from his past. Pushing off the wall, Wyatt gets right in Henry’s face. Malice dripping from his fangs and silver eyes glowing with rage. Straightening to his full 6’8”, squaring his shoulders and crossing his arms, he glares down at blondie. His voice deep and authoritative. “I said…” he draws out with a snarl. “What. Is. In. The. Case. I suggest you answer honestly this time. Else you’re in for a worse punishment.” Gulping he slowly backs away but can’t make it extremely far. Wyatt snatches the front of Henry’s shirt, “Don’t go running now. We just getting started.” Lifting Henry up above his head, Wyatt turns to Anthony with a deathly glare. “You have one chance; What is in that damn suitcase!”

Anthony begins trembling and sank to his knees. “F-Fiona is in the suitcase! We t-tied her up and put her inside! P-Please don’t hurt me!”

Wyatt let’s out a ferocious roar, throwing Henry straight into the trembling punk. Stalking over to their crumpled figures, he pulls out a couple pairs of magic nullifying handcuffs. “You fuckers messed up. You doing this for Gedeon? Or was this a plan of your own?”

“W-we did this of our own accord… We aren’t even a part of Quiver.” Henry mumbles meekly. “We wanted her for ourselves, we’ve been patient with her long enough!” slowly getting more pissed off as he yells at the brute above him.

Crouching down, Wyatt grabs his throat, digging his claws into the flesh. “You listen here b***h and listen good. Nobody, no matter how submissive, owes you s**t. You earn that right; you’re a piece of s**t if you think it’s alright to force it. She blatantly told you no many times before tonight, because you don’t meet her needs.” Smashing their heads together, Wyatt knocks them out so they’ll shut up.

Swiftly he goes over to the suitcase and begins opening it. Please be alright Fi. Opening the lid, the sight before him makes him uncharacteristically whimper, “Oh f**k, Fiona! It’s going to be alright...” She looks so beaten and worn out. She’s completely unconscious; she must have tired herself out fighting. As gently as he can manage, Wyatt lifts Fiona out of the suitcase. Taking note of her condition, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a sharp knife. No time to waste trying to undo a million knots, the knife slices through the vines like butter. Making sure to be extra careful of her skin. There’s a deep red handprint across her face, and dried snot and tears all over her cheeks. Not to mention her clothes are barely holding together. Her skin has been rubbed raw by all the rough vines. And once she’s finally undone, he checks her over again.

Those fuckers crossed a line, they need to pay! He hears his dragon growl, but Wyatt is too worried about Fiona, pulling out his phone he calls Lorelai, Chief of police in Rosehallow. Lorelai also happens to be a member of The Enchanted Rose. She tells him that she’ll take care of the two he left behind and would inform Michael of what happened. He was tasked, though had already planned on, taking Fiona home, and watching over her until she wakes. He just so happens to be renting a small apartment in the same community, so there were no issues getting in.

Thinking about beating the punks more before leaving, he looks down at Fiona’s face. He’ll let them suffer their fate from here. Besides, he knows whatever Lore has in store for them will be far worse than any beating he could give them.

Cradling Fiona up in his arms, he begins walking them home. Assuming she would like to feel safe when she wakes up. He looks down at the sleeping bookworm, thinking about how he almost lost her today. That’s why you should tell her she’s our mate and claim her. She’ll officially be ours. You’ll be able to sense where she is, anywhere in the world. Maybe we should. I’ll talk to her about it when she’s better all right? Happy now? He got no words in response; instead, he could feel the happy light feeling radiating from within. His dragon is used to him shooting him down, this is the first sliver of hope he’s ever gotten from Wyatt. Hugging her closer he whispers, “Oh Fi, I don’t know what I’ll do if you reject me…”

They finally arrived at the house Fiona owns. It’s a nice size, with a lush green yard and large garden. A few rooms which, not to brag, Wyatt himself helped build. Everything a Daddy and Little would need. For the last 2 years, Fiona has been renovating and designing her perfect home. He’d never admit it to anyone else, but everything she has done was exactly how he hoped to live one day.

Pulling her keys out of her purse, he gets her inside. She should really get cleaned up, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries. f**k she can’t just sleep in this. Setting her on the couch, Wyatt walks down the hall. In the bathroom he grabs a wash rag from the cupboard, then runs it under hot water. “I may not be able to get her completely clean, but I can at least wipe her face.” He mutters aloud to himself. Once satisfied, he turns the water off and begins ringing it out.

As he’s wiping her face, she lets out a small whimper. Making him pull back, worried he had hurt her somehow. Leaning his face down to investigate, he freezes when he hears what’s coming out of her mouth; so quietly she’s barely breathing the words out, “please let me go… let me go back to Wyatt.” What the hell? She’s begging… To come back to, me? Getting no reply, he sits there with a puzzled look. Trying to figure out if he has heard correctly.

Eventually he hears her begin to whimper again, making him remember his task; he begins to wonder what’s going through her head… Continuing with his cleaning, he gazes down at her face, wishing he could fix whatever is ailing her. Un-able to forget what he had heard; he becomes anxious and tries talking to his dragon again. Could she possibly want me, the way I want her? Of course she does; she’s our mate, stupid… The female may not catch on as fast as a dragon does, but they do eventually. We’ve been friends for almost 2 years, why hasn’t she said anything? She’s a shy submissive you dolt! You’re obviously too stubborn to see, you ass. Wyatt walks into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and a couple Advil for Fiona to take in the morning.

Wanting to be near her when she wakes up, he decides to lay down on the couch with her. Holding Fiona’s head against his chest and wrapping his other around her waist. “Please be ok baby…” For the first time in a long while, Wyatt is able to fall asleep effortlessly.