All Chapters of Stealing The Dragon's Heart : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lena's POV Sweat beaded my brow as I tossed fitfully in the tangled sheets. Every nerve felt hyper-aware, attuned to some unseen energy pulsing just out of reach. I should feel relief after last night's brush with disaster, yet my blood still simmered with an unnamed craving.Pressing my palms to heated cheeks, I forced myself to breathe slowly. This unnatural feverishness must be some delayed reaction to trauma, I reasoned. Surely it bore no relation to HIM.But closing my eyes brought only visions of stormy grey eyes narrowing dangerously, strong hands crushing mine in warning, the heat of his breath stirring my hair... Arousal coiled tight and low at the memories.I sat up with a gasp, hugging myself against the ghostly echoes of his touch. What strange power had he awakened in me? I had resisted him, yet my body seemed to recognize something primal in his possessive claim. A hidden bond beyond rational understanding.A brisk knock interrupted my troubled thoughts. I called for th

HermesThe sun's first light filtering into the cave rouses me from troubled dreams. Scar's massive scaled body rises and falls rhythmically beside where I lay nestled against his warmth, lost in the memories haunting me.Lena's panicked screams as the Aldorians swarmed, tearing her from Scar's back. Her desperate pleas for aid as they shackled and dragged her away. I woke up gasping.I turned to see Scar's dragon still asleep, he has been consumed by vengeful madness since Lena's disappearance, lashing out wildly in his grief. Only my calming presence kept him tethered enough to function at all. But the wounds ran soul-deep for us both.A rumbling groan signals Scar stirring fully awake. One golden eye cracks open to fix on me broodingly. Sorrow and fury churn there in equal measure. I reach out and lay a comforting hand along his scaled brow."Another dawn, brother. Our time will come." My murmured vow seems to soothe his restless spirit. Scar bumps his head against me with a resign

Hunter I cursed under my breath as I tugged at the uncomfortable tie around my neck, climbing into the back of the military transport truck that had arrived to pick me up from in front of the restaurant. I watched sadly as Lena's car drove away into the night, a part of my heart longing to stay with her instead of leaving. But no, Jack and May would be enough to take care of her. My third-in-command, old man Scott, climbed out of the truck with a pronounced limp. Due to his bad leg and advancing age, Scott had retired years ago. But in desperate times like these, desperate measures were called for. He had served loyally under my father, and when my father passed away, Scott graciously offered to stay on as my third-in-command and assistant. As the truck rumbled through the dark streets, Scott briefed me about the situation. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, reminding me of the attack I had led on Valor a month ago to free Lena from Frost's clutches. And now here Frost was, back ag

ScarThe night sky glowed an ominous crimson as I reared back on my hind legs, chest expanding to capacity. With an earth-shattering roar, I unleashed a torrent of flame high into the darkness. The blistering inferno lit up the battlefield below, casting shifting shadows across the broken terrain.On the valley floor far beneath my airborne form, Frost's army let loose enthusiastic cheers at my display. "Attack, men! Bring down those walls!" The raging dragonfire had finally neutralized the insidious sleeping gas Hunter's forces had blanketed the area with, impeding the siege forces' advance. Now, emboldened by my protective flames, the soldiers rallied with thundering war cries and surged forward to overwhelm the fortress's crumbling outer defenses under cover of night. So far, our risky joint attack proceeded precisely according to plan.This unlikely alliance between a dragon and raider commander had proven surprisingly effective despite lingering mutual distrust. Just mere mont

LenaThe strength left my legs just outside the stranger's cottage before I could get my words out. He was chopping wood, sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy forearms. Before I fully collapsed, he dropped the axe and caught me. Strong, work-roughened hands grasped my shoulders, keeping me upright. "Steady now," he rumbled. His voice was gravel but gentle. Up close, I saw kindness crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Let's get you inside."He lifted me easily, one arm supporting my back, the other behind my knees. My head lolled against his bearded cheek. Exhaustion dragged at my limbs. I hadn't the strength to cling to him. He carried me inside where it was dim and cool. The smell of stew simmered from a pot hung over the fire. He laid me on a straw mattress in the corner, atop a quilt with stitches worn soft from many washings. I sank gratefully into its comfort. My eyes fell shut, too heavy to keep open.I drifted in and out. Sometimes the cottage was silent except for the fire's cr