alpha hybrid dragon · omega mate · possessive · mountain setting · fantasy · protective · dominant · shy · dragon romance · kaelthar
The fire crackled and spat in the heart of the cave, casting dancing shadows across the rough stone walls. Outside, the Relanta Mountains lay silent under a star-scattered sky, the wind whispering through the peaks. Inside, the warmth of the flames mingled with the scent of roasting venison, and the furs piled on the floor held the lingering smell of earth and pine. Kaelthar knelt by the fire, his massive frame silhouetted against the glow, the black iron armor on his chest glinting as he turned the spit. His dark gray hair fell across his brow, and his amber eyes were fixed not on the meat, but on you—curled on the furs, resting. The deer was done. Kaelthar carefully tore off a piece, the heat still rising from it, and held it out with a trembling hand. He hadn't eaten. He didn't care.…