Dragon's Hope: A Reverse Harem Serial (Blood Prophecy Book 3)

by Lili Zander

  I take a deep, calming breath. This might be a shit-sundae of a situation, but I’m not facing it alone.

  The next week speeds by in a blur. I go on dates with all five dragons. Bastian takes me to a glass-roofed bar, and we sip drinks while watching snowflakes fall all around us. Casius hears that I love the Nutcracker, and takes me to the ballet. Rhys and I go ice skating and drink brandy-laced cocoa after. Mateo turns out to be a huge soccer fan, and the two of us spend an afternoon watching a match, eating junk food, and cheering every goal at the top of our voices. Erik and I play more pool and drink more beer.

  When I’m not on dates, I work at Trendz. Bea thinks I’m a fool to keep working at the mall, and if I’m being honest with myself, I tend to agree with her. But I’m not entirely stupid. Much to Brooke’s annoyance, I turn down all extra shifts and opt out of overtime.

  Silas taught me swordplay when I was younger. In the penthouse, Bastian and Rhys help me sharpen my skills. I practice with Endellion, the blade feeling like an extension of my arm. When I realize the men are taking it easy on me, I demand they stop holding back. As a result, Mateo’s taken to standing by, just in case he needs to perform an emergency healing.

  Talking about Silas, Dr. Burdick examines him and sets him up with an enhanced plasma transfusion that combines wolf-shifter plasma with magic. “He’ll need a few doses before we can tell how well it’s working,” Dr. Burdick says. “But I’m optimistic.”

  The preparations for the party proceed in full swing, though I hardly have to do anything. Rhys mentions our plans to Bastian’s hyper-competent assistant Tracy, and she takes over, arranging to rent a private room at Equinox, sending out invitations, arranging an assortment of finger food and making sure the bar is stocked with Bastian’s favorite Scotch.

  Mateo keeps his promise and starts to teach me magic, though that’s far less successful than my fighting lessons. Let’s be blunt: it’s a disaster. I can sense Mateo’s threads of magic just fine, but I can’t seem to touch the strands. “I don’t understand,” I whine. “It worked before.”

  “Once, tesoro,” Mateo says patiently, not for the first time. “It took me decades to learn my art. You’ve been at it for less than a week. Have patience.”

  And my nights… My nights are smokin’ hot. There’s a lot of heavy petting with Casius, and outright sex with Bastian, Mateo, and Rhys.

  Everything would be perfect if it weren’t for the nightmares.

  As if Pauline Summers’ words freed them from prison, I find myself pulled back to Zyrian’s castle every night. Every night, the wraiths shriek at me to stay away. Every night, I bargain for Silas’ freedom, offering Zyrian whatever his heart desires as long as he lets my father go. “Take me,” I beg the Dark Dragon in my dreams, and he laughs at me. “You?” he mocks. “I can snuff you out like a candle anytime I want.” I offer him Endellion, and his eyes sharpen with interest for a heartbeat before he shakes his head. “You know what I want, thief.”

  Only the Bloodstone will save Silas, but I can’t give it to Zyrian. I can’t betray my dragons. The fate of all magic rests on me.

  And so, night after night, I watch the Dark Dragon slice Silas’ throat. I see the blood gush from my father’s neck, and I wake up with an image of his slumped body seared into my mind.

  From the exhaustion in Mateo’s eyes, I know Zyrian’s testing the wards every night. “I can’t stop him from dream-walking,” the mage says. “All I can do is keep him out of your mind. I’m sorry, Aria.”

  It’s not Mateo’s fault. The dragons didn’t involve me in this. My mother talked about the prophecy when I was a baby. Whatever this is, it’s been simmering my entire life, waiting for the right time to blaze into life.

  20

  Aria

  “I feel like Cinderella,” Bea says as she runs her hands over the red material of her dress. “I can’t believe your guys scheduled a girls’ day for us.”

  Leave it to Bastian to turn a day that is supposed to be all about him into an excuse to spoil me, and by extension my best friend. He booked us a full day at a really nice spa. Not just hair and makeup like I had assumed, but massages, manicures, pedicures, and, of course, hair and makeup.

  I woke up with a raging headache, but by the time we’re done, I am more relaxed than I’ve been in weeks—hell maybe even years. I have never felt so pampered. Spa days aren’t really my thing—a thief doesn’t need a manicure—but after this experience, I’m ready to change my mind.

  “They totally spoil me,” I agree, and a thought strikes me. “Hang on, if you feel like Cinderella, does that make the guys your fairy godmother?” A vision of Erik with glittery wings and Mateo with a sparkly wand sets me giggling. “I can totally see it.”

  Bea and I are still laughing when our limo pulls up to the curb outside Equinox, Manhattan’s current ‘it’ club. There is a line from the front doors that extends around the side of the building. “Wowza,” Bea says, her eyes round. “Please tell me your guys will get us in, Aria. I’ll freeze my ass off if I have to wait in line.”

  The door opens, and Rhys sticks his head in, a grin on his face. “Hello ladies,” he says, his accent practically makes love to every syllable. “No, you don’t have to wait in line. I’m here to escort you inside.”

  Rhys helps Bea and me from the car, walking us past the bouncer, who nods politely to us. He leads us to a private room on the second floor, from where we can see the entire dance floor. As we climb the set of stairs, he smiles over his shoulder at Bea. “Aria told me your friend Jesse might join us,” he says, raising his voice to be heard above the DJ. “I’ve put his name on the list, so he shouldn’t have any problems getting in.”

  That’s super thoughtful. I beam at him, and he winks at me. “I remember the last time I saw that dress on you,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ve got to be honest. I prefer seeing it on the floor.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I reply, taking deep satisfaction in the way his mouth falls open. He thinks he’s the only one that can be wicked? Bring it.

  Mateo, Casius, and Erik are already there. Mateo steps forward, wrapping his arm around my waist, and nibbling at my ear. “You look downright edible, tesoro,” he murmurs. He presses a soft kiss to my neck, and I gasp when his tongue swipes across my skin. He hums low in his throat, the sound somewhere between a purr and a growl. It does dirty, dirty things to me. “Mmm… delicious.”

  “Behave,” I scold him, my cheeks heating, even though what I really want to do is whimper and beg for more. Ever since I decided to stop fighting the pull I feel toward my dragons, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal. It’s ridiculous.

  The big jerk chuckles. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Thankfully—or not, depending on which part of my brain you’re asking—a waitress shows up with flutes of champagne. “A toast,” Rhys says cheerfully, lifting his glass toward Bastian. “To grumpy old dragons,” he says, his eyes filled with laughter.

  Bastian wraps his arm around my waist and flips him the bird. “Thank you for the Picasso,” he replies. “I have the perfect spot for it in my office.”

  I laugh at their banter and sip my champagne. Everyone looks relaxed—happy even. So much is happening, but for tonight, we are carving out time to just be. To relax and laugh and enjoy each other.

  “Do I get a dance with the birthday boy?”

  It’s an hour later. Silas and his date Sarina have joined us, as has Jesse. So far, I’ve been too busy gorging myself on the snacks and drinking delicious champagne to worry about dancing, but it’s time to work off some of the calories.

  Bastian’s eyes light up, and his lips curl into a sexy smirk. He unfolds himself from his chair and stalks toward me, and heat runs through me at the way he’s looking at me. “Whatever my mate wants, she gets.”

  We head to the dance floor, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” I whisper.

  His lips crash into mine. He grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in place as he r
avages my mouth. My nipples harden to stiff peaks, and my panties practically combust from my need. “What a demanding little thing you are,” he breathes into me.

  “It’s a good thing you like it.”

  Bastian’s dominance is something that’s both unexpected and hot as hell. The night I shared with him and Mateo was straight out of every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had. He kisses me now, sucking my lower lip between his teeth. When he pulls away, my lips are swollen, and my body buzzes from need. I sway toward him, unwilling to let him go far. His dark chuckle tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

  Arrogant Dragon.

  “You won’t totally hate me if I bail, will you?” Bea asks. “I know I’m breaking all kinds of bestie rules, but…”

  “But Jesse’s here, you’re looking all kinds of hot, and you want to go get your donut glazed.” I almost say it with a straight face. Almost.

  Bea freezes with her lip-gloss halfway to her lips and stares at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “What? Aria… I… someone needs to take Google away from you.”

  A group of women enters the bathroom as we’re cracking up. One of them turns up her nose when she sees us. Oh dear. Bea straightens and flashes the women one of her patented eat-shit-and-die looks. It’s the same look she gave to Vivian Stewart in tenth grade when she tripped me in the cafeteria at school causing me to fall face first into my pizza.

  I love that look, but it’s also my cue to get Bea as far away from the glaring women as possible. My bestie is feisty when she’s drunk and horny. I drag her out of the bathroom and toward the exit, where Jesse’s waiting for her.

  “Are you sure you don’t mind my leaving you?” she asks again.

  I roll my eyes and pull Bea into a hug. “Yes! Go batter-dip Jesse’s corn dog.” I really have been spending too much time on the Internet.

  “I give you ten points for creativity on that one,” she replies. “Though, I’m deducting three because… ew.”

  I smirk as we navigate the dancing bodies. Tomas is only a half-step behind me, and I can feel his watchful gaze on my back. “You know you love it… go ride his baloney pony, choke his chicken, sacrifice yourself on his pork sword—”

  Bea claps her hand over my mouth. “Stop, stop,” she begs, laughing hysterically. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Fine,” I mumble into her palm.

  She removes her hand and steps back. “Text me tomorrow.”

  “Will do.” I grin again. “And you have fun playing hide the salami.”

  I make my way back upstairs when the headache that I’ve been struggling with all day long seems to hit a crescendo. A wave of dizziness hits me, and I slump to the floor. I can almost feel a narrow crack in the ward, and then he’s through.

  Zyrian.

  Little dragon mate, you thought you could keep me out? His voice reverberates inside my head, but it’s muffled. The ward must still be fighting him.

  Yes, it is. I don’t have long. This time.

  I stumble, catching myself on a pillar about ten feet away from where my dragons sit, smiling and laughing with each other.

  How quaint. A birthday party for Jaeger. Disdain drips from his every word. How very… Norm.

  Once again, I can feel him sifting through my thoughts. Some he passes over without much care, others I can feel him digging—studying every facet of the memory. When he gets to the memory of Endellion cutting Mateo’s palm, he snorts again. Blood magic. But Valentini’s not strong enough. None of you are.

  “And you are?” I scoff. “We’re not the ones hiding away in a fortress, sending wolves to do our dirty work. Why’s that, Zyrian? Too scared to face us?”

  Jesus, Aria. Goad the crazy dragon a little more, why don’t you?

  Dark tendrils of magic swarm inside my mind as Zyrian loses his temper. He’s so distracted by his rage that I can see his intent. He’s commanding his magic to coil around me like a snake.

  I panic, feeling the constriction around my throat, and mentally search for my dragons. I find the brilliant golden glow that surrounds Mateo. Without thinking too hard, I grab hold of the golden strings and pull them into me, visualizing Mateo’s clean, pure magic flooding my mind and pushing out the taint of Zyrian’s oozy sludge. The pressure releases and I gasp in relief.

  Impossible, Zyrian snarls.

  Then all five dragons are at my side. The connection between us strengthens and grows, and I feel the crack in the ward heal, and then Zyrian is gone, and my mind is safe again.

  Mateo slumps to the ground. I don’t have time to wonder why. The world fades around me, and I’m plunged into darkness.

  21

  Mateo

  “Is she okay?” I ask, trying to stand. Bad idea. I’m completely drained, and it’s going to take me a few hours to recover my strength.

  Strong hands hold me down. It’s Rhys. “Calm down, mate. Just sit for a minute. Aria is fine. Bastian and Erik are with her.”

  I close my eyes and take a few, steadying breaths. By Zeus, the Dark Dragon is strong. The ward should have held, but somehow, he found a way through.

  She was able to tug on my magic once again. The Bloodstone had blazed against my skin, and then Aria had reached for the threads of magic, trying to use them to push Zyrian out. The moment I realized he’d broken through, I’d pulled strength from all of us—Bastian, Erik, Casius, Rhys and myself, and I’d pushed it toward her.

  Flames dance over my skin as my dragon threatens to erupt. It wants to tear Zyrian from limb to limb. It wants to raze his castle to the ground, and it wants to ensure that the Dark Dragon will never again be a threat to my mate.

  This time, we were strong enough to repair the ward. But what about the next time? Can we stop Zyrian again?

  22

  Aria

  “Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” That’s Bastian’s voice, though I’ve never heard him sound as vulnerable.

  “Give her time.” A familiar and welcome voice fills the room—Silas. Wait, Silas is reassuring Bastian? Talk about role-reversal. “She’s strong. She’ll be fine and pissed as hell when she wakes up.”

  Why are they worried about me? Why do I feel an almost panicked need to open my eyes and find them? Then, in a rush, everything comes back.

  Zyrian broke through the ward.

  I open my senses and reach out for my mates. They’re huddled around me. I see Casius’ warm, bubbly, glow. The almost frenetic golden energy that surrounds Rhys. The impenetrable strength that is Erik. Bastian’s aura is tinged with worry as he grips my hand tighter. Then, the golden strands that weave around Mateo like a protective net.

  Shit. I yanked pretty hard on those strands. So hard that he collapsed. My eyes flutter open in alarm. “Is Mateo okay?”

  A strong, calloused hand cups my cheek. “Tesoro, I’m fine.”

  Erik steps forward. Flames dance on his skin and anger radiates from him in palpable waves. For once, I have no doubt that his anger is focused on someone other than me. “Tell us what happened.”

  Rhys puts a restraining hand on Erik’s arm. “She just woke up. Give her a fucking minute.”

  “No, it’s okay.” I pull myself up to a sitting position on Bastian’s bed. Wait, I’m in Bastian’s room? Not at the club? How long have I been out of it?

  “Zyrian found a crack in the ward,” I reply tiredly. “Or maybe he caused the crack in the first place.” I grimace ruefully. “I think he was just going to look through my mind, but then I goaded him. I told him he was too scared to face us. That might have been a mistake.”

  “You think?” Bastian’s tone is chiding, but his face shines with pride.

  “He shouldn’t have been able to get through the wards,” Mateo says, his voice tight with worry. “At all. We need a different plan.”

  “You’re right.” Bastian nods grimly. “We’re going to Castle Jaeger. My mother’s wards will protect Aria.”

  “I’m coming too,” Silas says promptly.

  No. Over
and over, I keep dreaming about Silas’ throat being slit. I don’t want to leave him alone, not when he’s trying a new, experimental treatment, but I know, deep down inside, that the safest place for him is far away from me.

  “It’s Bastian’s castle,” I say, my voice gentle. “We don’t know how long we’ll be there. You just started a new treatment. You have a girlfriend. I’ll be fine with the guys, Silas. You know that they’ll protect me.”

  “We should leave right away,” Mateo says. “If Zyrian attacks again, I’m not strong enough to fight back tonight.”

  I hug Silas good-bye and try to shake off the premonition of doom that hovers over me.

  23

  Bastian

  I don’t have good memories of Castle Jaeger. I remember wandering through its halls as a child, lonely and miserable. The servants tried their best, but what I wanted was a parent’s love, and both of mine were dead.

  I haven’t been back for almost twenty years. Mateo’s visited more recently than I have, my mother’s library a powerful draw.

  I thought I could keep Aria safe in New York. I hoped that Zyrian’s powers were waning and that we could contain the Dark Dragon. I wanted so much for the curse to be broken, for me to finally have the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. I wanted to spoil and pamper my mate. To see Aria’s eyes sparkle with delight. I wanted to give her everything.

  I thought I could steal a moment or two for myself. To luxuriate in her touch. To hear her moan as I fucked her. To watch her body writhe and twist under mine as I slid into her.

  But Zyrian has other ideas.

  In Castle Jaeger, Maija Essen’s wards hold, and have never been broken.

  Aria will be safe there, and that is the most important thing of all.

  The road snakes up a hill. It’s six in the evening, and it’s dark outside. “This is spooky,” Aria says, her voice a whisper.

  I smile wryly. “And you haven’t even seen the castle yet.”

  We round the bend, and the stone walls come into view. Aria inhales sharply. “Bastian, your castle has a moat. And stone walls. I feel like I’ve gone back hundreds of years in time.” She gives me a sidelong look, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tell me you have indoor plumbing.”