Alexa's Dragon (Dragon mates Book 1) by Serena Simpson

her body as she shook.
    “Syn,” she whimpered, her voice now hoarse form screaming his name. “What are you doing to me?”
    He was petting her now, bringing her slowly down from the flight she just took. Her body began to settle under his touch. The throbbing between her legs eased off just a little. She was putty in his hands, knew it, and still couldn’t manage to care. She was his; all he had to do was collect.
    Opening her eyes, the green of his eyes expanded eclipsing the blue ring. His pupil was almost nonexistent; all she could see was green. His eyes flashed and she fell into them.
     
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    She screamed looking for something to hold onto. Tumbling head over heels, she clutched her arms around her wondering how she could die twice in a day. The impact was gentle. Raising her head, she looked around.
    The room she was in was old and looked like an ancient castle. There were torches on the wall for light, a long table with plenty of food on it, and chairs placed around it. Huge tapestries lined the walls, many displayed scenes of battle. A few of them pictured dragons flying high over a land she couldn’t imagine.
    The door to her right opened. Several high-ranking society people entered. The women wore exquisite gowns and the men were dressed to look dapper. They passed her, never seeing or acknowledging her. Carefully, she walked up to the male who looked like Syn. He looked right through her. A memory, it had to be, or she hit her head and was now dreaming.
    A young woman walked over to him, her hair was as red as the evening sunset. She leaned over to kiss him on his cheek. A black feeling coiled in Alexa’s stomach, she was jealous of a memory. He said a word she never heard before but the meaning translated, sister. He reached out and took the bundle she held in her grip. A precious baby.
    Looking around the table, she realized this was his family. The three males sitting around him must be his brothers. There was another female at the table, a much younger one. He looked at her with pride and love. The baby of the family. At one end of the table sat a distinguished older gentleman, at the other end an elegant older female. His parents.
    The baby was passed to the grandmother and the young woman sat. They laughed and talked about things. She talked about flying and how she couldn’t wait to teach her young the beauty of the skies.
    There were shouts in the castle before the door was thrown open. The room was filled with humanoids that stood much taller and wider than the average. Their skin was a pale yellow and their white teeth stood out prominently.
    “Mutufa, what is the meaning of this?” Syn’s father demanded as he stood.
    “Bryn, you have rejected all my attempts to share your hoard for the good of my people.”
    “There is no good of your people. You attempt to take what is not yours and hurt those who do not willingly go along with your plan. If you desire a hoard, collect it the same way dragons do. We will not give up what has taken a lifetime to accumulate so that you may terrorize others.”
    “I thought you may say that. That is why you and your family will die.”
    Byrn screamed, “Run!” as the illusion of humanity dropped and his true form a massive golden dragon appeared. His wings spread to protect his family. Mutufa and his men blew long shiny objects at him from tubes. They punctured his scales and drilled deep into his body. He fell, unable to keep to his clawed feet. Drawing their swords, they ran to him hacking at his body. Syn stood behind a tapestry, hatred burning in his eyes.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Alexa opened her eyes. The room was dark, she spread her hands on the bed looking for Syn but came up empty. Sitting up, she looked around the room. A small sliver of light came through the balcony. Syn was seated on a chair next to the bed looking at her. The green in his eyes receded so he looked normal again.
    “What did you see?” His voice was low and