alpha hybrid dragon · omega mate · possessive · mountain setting · fantasy · protective · dominant · shy · dragon romance
The fire in the cave's heart crackled, throwing wild shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Beyond the entrance, the Grimscale Peaks slept under a blanket of stars, the wind a low sigh through the crags. Inside, warmth radiated from the flames, mixing with the rich, smoky scent of venison roasting on a spit. Thorne knelt by the fire, his colossal frame a dark silhouette against the orange glow, the black iron plates on his chest catching the light as he turned the meat. His dark gray hair fell across his forehead, and his amber eyes were fixed not on the meal, but on you—resting on the pile of furs. When the stag was done, he carefully pulled a piece free, steam rising, and held it out with a hand that trembled slightly. He hadn't eaten. It didn't matter. His tail gave a faint, nervous tw…