To Wed A Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance (Weredragon Warriors Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

large cup of
aromatic black coffee in front of her. She wrapped her hands around
the cup and stared at the pitch black brew, a muscle working in her
jaw.
    “Black,” she said
at last. She snapped her eyes up. “Those Damn Slayors had
black blood. They're not...human.”
    Edriq nodded slowly and
stirred his coffee.
    Nora tuned out all the noise
and movement in the cafe. She watched the man sitting opposite her
intently, searching his handsome, deceptively human features. His
hands were large and calloused, and she glimpsed holsters under his
leather jacket. His intense, silver-flecked lilac eyes held her gaze
unwaveringly.
    Holding her breath, Nora
leaned forward and said, “Neither are you, Edriq Haeken.”

CHAPTER
TWELVE

    Edriq saw the challenge in
Nora's eyes. She was daring him to deny it, deny the truth and lie
to her face. The same way he had so effortlessly lied to those human
cops.
    “You're right, Nora,”
he answered. “I'm a Dracan.”
    She continued eyeing him
until she was satisfied that he had spoken the truth. She continued
leaning forward. She wasn't afraid of him.
    Edriq hid a smile. He liked
that. Very much.
    He wanted her to come closer,
a lot closer.
    Her brows creased. “Dracan,”
she began slowly. “Is that your religion, race or...”
    “That is what I am,”
Edriq replied. “I came to Earth from Draca, many, many years
ago. Almost seven human decades ago in fact. Draca is one of the
continents on the planet Korra. The other continent is Syndor. Most
of the Syndorians are drafted into the Syndor army at a young age.
The soldiers of the Syndor army are called Slayors. Or Damn Slayors,
if you will.”
    Nora's throat moved but other
than that, she held herself absolutely still. “Go on,”
she said tightly.
    “The Dracans are a
dragon-shifting, peace-loving people. We kept to our lands and never
caused offense to the Syndorians. Yet the Syndorians attacked and
invaded Draca. The Slayors outnumbered our soldiers and they
massacred our civilians. Our king ordered us to gather the surviving
civilians and get them to safety. We were to get them away from
Korra. There was nothing left for us on Korra. Our people, our
lands, our lives were completely destroyed. King Rykor ordered us to
take as many civilians as we could and search for a safe haven.”
    Edriq paused and finished his
coffee in two gulps. “Thirteen ships took off from Korra, and
the Slayors shot twelve down. Only one ship escaped and crash landed
on Earth.”
    Nora blinked and shook her
head slowly. “You're telling me that there are dragons living
among us.”
    “Only three soldiers
were assigned to each ship. The rest of the Dracans on board were
civilians. Rohan, Zul and I are the only three weredragon warriors
left now. Rohan was the Crown Prince of Draca, so he's our king now.
After we got the survivors out, Rohan incinerated the smoldering
wreckage of our ship. We found a city and our people tried their
best to rebuild their lives. We were on an alien planet and we had
to try our best to blend in. Our people stopped shifting and their
dragons grew dormant. Most of the Dracans can no longer shift now.”
    “But you can,”
Nora said breathlessly. It wasn't a question.
    Edriq had to smile. The
woman seemed to know him even before he could tell her more about
himself.
    “Yes. So can Rohan and
Zul. We are not civilians. We are Draca's Dragons, soldiers of the
Draca army. We need our dragons to fight and keep our people safe.
Because we held on to our dragons, our life spans remained the same
as when we were on Draca. We don't age as quickly and we live longer
than the humans on Earth.”
    Nora took a sip of her cold
coffee in silence. “And I thought the Damn Slayors were
members of some underground crime gang,” she mumbled with a
short, brittle laugh.
    “The Slayors are not
gangsters,” Edriq said grimly. “They are the brutal,
savage soldiers of the Syndor army. They've been hardened by their
harsh training, and if