Ingrid Dolph, a lowly she-wolf happens to be in her ripe age of locating her mate. And it was during this time that the rumor about a dragon egg spread like wildfire and everyone was asked to hunt for it. Whoever finds it will have a greater share and unbelievable privileges.
Excited for the hunt, Ingrid takes part in it with the motive of finding it and bargaining for its blood and scale.
But as fate would have it, she didn't just find it but that same dragon turns out to be her mate.

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~{SNEAK PREVIEW}~

As I got close, I came to realize that it was a full grown naked man.
What?
A man? How was the dragon a man?
Suddenly I growled and groaned as my body grew hot by just the sight of it.
What was wrong with me?
Could it be that my wolf side was affected by the dragon because of the smell of its blood?
Disregarding the fact that he was naked, I approached him and my breathing became labored as my senses heightened to an intense level I never knew possible.
When I saw how he curled himself in a fetal position with his hand holding his bloody abdomen, my blood boiled and I punched the rock he was laying close to.
“Who would dare do such a thing to him!” I angrily said aloud and that was when his eyes opened causing my breath to get caught in my throat.
He was breathtaking!
His lashes were white as his eyebrows and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color.
“Ingrid,” he breathed out and my eyes widened at the fact that he knew my name.

The carriage came to a halt and I exhaled softly as I prepared to dismount and face my surroundings.


Clarice eagerly jumped out after Lanzon and ran ahead of us in an unladylike manner which made me nearly groan aloud in displeasure.


It seemed like Lanzon was influencing her badly because whenever she was with her father, she would be on her best behaviors.


"Don't go too far, little one," Lanzon yelled after her before taking my hand and helping me down the carriage.


Since we were out for a hunt, I decided to change from my dress into something more befitting. A pair of leather boots and tight pants, like I was dressed to ride a horse.


Lanzon was dressed in similar attire except that it fitted him perfectly because he was a man and I couldn't stop admiring him, especially the way he walked. It was really doing something to me.


"My queen? What's wrong? Aren't you coming?"


Chapter 140 - FIRST LIFE 23 (past)