The Human Mate for the Dragon Prince

Book 6: The Dragon Kings of Fire and Ice

by Amelia Shaw

Genres: Paranormal; Paranormal Romance; Romantic Fantasy

Synopsis

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr. Seuss

Stavrok and Lucy's son has come of age, and it's time for the crown prince to meet his fated mate.

Anselm's desire for his mate eats at him day and night. It seems a curse on the men in his family to wait until breaking point to find their fate. But what the prince doesn't know is that he's already known the woman made for him, and she's pregnant with his babe.

Kayla fell in love with Anselm the first moment she laid eyes on him. What she didn't expect after an amazing night of passion with him, was for him to disappear, leaving her pregnant and alone. She's got by just fine on her own, and there's no way she's letting Anselm stroll back into her life after what he'd done.

*** The next generation of dragon kings is here in this steamy paranormal romance.

Release date: January 31, 2023

Print pages: 145

Sample

CHAPTER 1

ANSELM

Even after nearly thirty years of marriage, my parents were still sickeningly in love.

My sister Vanya rolled her eyes at me from across the dining table, then spoke to our parents. “Mom. Seriously. You’re gonna make me lose my breakfast over here.”

I wasn’t sure why Vanya was only blaming our mother, but she had to choose someone to lay the blame on. About ten minutes ago, Dad had pulled Mom into his lap where he sat at the head of the table. Mom had her arms wrapped around his neck and they were kissing and caressing each other like a couple of teenagers on heat.

Mom sighed loudly and managed to climb out of her husband’s arms and stand up. Then she straightened her long sleeved, royal purple dress and glared at my sister. “When you find your mate one day, young lady, you’ll know what it’s like... then hopefully you’ll stop pestering us.”

Dad laughed. “Then it’ll be our turn to gripe at you.”

“Yeah... promises, promises,” my unmarried sister grumped.

Speaking of mates... “Hey Dad. Can I have a chat with you after breakfast about something?”

My father, King Stavrok, was still a strong, large man. He’d kept the people in our kingdom fed and safe for the entirety of his reign. But to me he was ‘Dad’. The most loyal family man I’d ever known.

Dad looked up at me, his eyebrows slightly raised. He knew what I was asking for. A conversation away from the females in our family.

“Yes, of course, son.” He agreed with a regal nod, then his characteristic grin.

We finished breakfast and my sister Vanya left the dining room alongside our mother. They were chatting about going to visit our other sister, Jessa. She lived at Uncle Erik and Aunt Marienne’s castle in the Black Mountains. Jessa had married their oldest son and the couple stayed there most of the time.

Jessa enjoyed the company of her mother-in-law, Marienne, and the queen’s penchant to predict the future and cast spells.

It also made sense to learn the way of their kingdom, as Jessa would one day be their queen, as I would one day be the leader of our kingdom. A daunting prospect and a hard act to follow. For both of us.

“Come, Anselm. Sit.” Dad gestured to the chair opposite his. He’d moved away from the dining room table and closer to the fireplace, the castle warm considering it was snowing outside.

I sat where my father dictated and waited for him to begin the conversation.

He chuckled, the sound rough yet joyous. My childhood had been filled with that sound and to this day, it still made me smile. “You wanted to chat, son. What’s on your mind? Hit me.”

I opened my mouth to begin the speech I’d rehearsed a hundred times, then words failed me. I slammed my mouth shut again, self-annoyance making my jaw clench.

Dad laughed again. “Would you like me to guess?”

“No, it’s just... I haven’t said this out loud before and I’m afraid how it’s going to sound.” The idea of appearing weak or cowardly in front of my father was one of my greatest fears.

King Stavrok was a legend. A warrior. A man who’d saved the North and defended the South. A king who loved his people, and whose people loved him back.

He wasn’t just a hard act to follow. He was impossible.

Dad sighed and settled deeper into the cushions of his armchair. “I don’t want you to ever be worried about speaking to me. I love you no matter what.”

My parents’ ability to embarrass me out of nowhere always surprised me. Not that I was ungrateful for their unconditional support and love. My siblings and I were lucky and we knew it. But Dad always managed to hit me with a comment like that out of the blue. Always. I was almost thirty years old and yet I felt as small as I did when I was five years old, still seeking my father’s approval.

“Thanks Dad,” I managed to get out. “I love you too. It’s just that...”

“What?”

I was lonely, on a level I couldn’t even express. Even though I was always surrounded, the gnawing feeling never went away.

Even with thousands of people in the village, and hundreds of servants within the castle.

Even with parents who were overly affectionate and often stifling in their love for me.

Even with sisters that I was closer to than anyone else on the planet... I was lonely.

“I... need my mate.” There. I’d said it.

Dad’s eyebrows flicked up as though my answer had surprised him, then he nodded. “Yes, I remember that feeling too well. Sucked balls. And not in the good way.”

I practically choked on my tongue hearing the expression exit my father’s mouth, then coughed to try and clear my throat again. Once again, my dad had shocked me.

“Ah yeah, it does.”

Dad nodded, turning his head to stare off into the fireplace. “I was thirty-five when I met your mother. I was going insane with my need for a mate. It didn’t matter who crawled into my bed, or how much I ignored the feeling, the anger... the unrest... it grew and grew until there was nothing else that mattered.”

I wasn’t sure I’d gotten that bad yet, but my future wasn’t looking pretty. The depression was beginning to win and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to push it away any longer.

I sat up a little straighter, getting to the point of this chat faster than I’d expected to. “I know you credit Aunt Marienne with you finding Mom in the human realm, but do you think it’s possible for me to just cross the veil and find her?”

The human world was a thousand times bigger than our hidden realm. My father, a dragon king, had been given a mental map to find his fated mate, Lucy, a human and my mother.

I wasn’t sure I was going to be as lucky.

“You know your mom and Vanya are flying over to visit Jessa this afternoon. Why don’t we all go?”

If we were going to visit Jessa, then we were going to the Black Mountains. To Marienne and Erik’s kingdom. They should all be there, and I’d have the chance to ask the sorceress myself.

I slid forward on my seat. “You think Aunt Marienne would help me?”

Dad shrugged his massive shoulders. “It can’t hurt to ask.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of disappointment already, pressing down on me. “You don’t think she’ll be able to see anything. Do you?”

Dad stood up and I followed suit, jumping to my feet. He clapped me on the shoulder the way he did when he was trying to encourage me to go forward with something. “Marienne isn’t a crystal ball, son. She doesn’t have a lot of control over her visions, or so she says. You can’t just rub her head and get an answer. But you can certainly ask and hope that she sees something that will help you.”

Hope soared in my heart for the first time in too long. “Thank you, Father.”

Dad walked toward the door. I stepped in alongside him. “I’ll let your mother know that we’ll all go for the visit today. So go and pack, and I’ll send a message to Erik as well. His castle is about to become considerably fuller.”

I chuckled and ran off to pack for a few days away. If Dad had his way, we’d all fly in our dragon form and he’d carry Mother to the Black Mountains. Our luggage would go via horse and carriage and arrive this evening.

Within the hour we were all packed, the carriage was on its way and we were all standing on the balcony atop the north tower.

“You know this is where your father landed when he brought me home that first time,” Mom said, sighing with remembrance.

Vanya rolled her eyes. “He kidnapped you, Mom. No point sugar coating it.”

Mom laughed, her body shaking with the motion. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve never forgotten that part of the story. I know it’s not modern, or very feminist, but damn I loved the fact that your father

couldn’t control his dragon around me, and he had no choice but to take me away.”

Vanya put her hand on her hip and glared at her. “What did I say about sugar coating things?”

Mom grinned, her blue eyes lighting up with joy. “Okay... I was pretty pissed off to begin with. But there’s nothing like being the sole focus of a man like your father. You’ll see. One day.”

Vanya groaned and stepped up to the ledge. “I’m out. See you all there.”

My sister threw off her fur robe, revealing her naked form. Then she jumped, launching herself into the air and shifting as she went. Her wings extended out as she swooped low over the kingdom, then flew high in the direction of the Black Mountains.

My father chuckled and stepped closer to my mother. “I’ll shift then you climb on my back.”

She nodded and walked over to me, giving my father room to shift into his dragon so he could carry her for the trip.

Our mother was human, so I was grateful, as were all my siblings, that we had inherited our father’s shifting abilities. We could all shift and fly, just as strongly as any full-blooded dragon we knew.

Despite my mixed blood, our people loved our mother and had accepted me as the heir to the throne.

I stared at her for a moment, taking in the look of love on her face as she watched my father ready to shift. It was impossible to miss the devotion in either of them.

“Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Her eyes were firmly glued to my father, who was now stripping his robe off to shift for flight.

“Is that true?”

She turned toward me now, her eyebrows narrowed in confusion. “Is what true, Anselm?”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself past the natural resistance to asking these sorts of questions. “That you were glad Father stole

you from everything you’ve ever known? That you were... flattered, in a way.”

Mom gripped my hand hard. “Son. At first I was fucking furious. There’s no sugar coating that. But as I fell madly, deeply in love with him... and met some of his past lovers...” she growled as she shuddered, “I realized that his dragon grabbing me in such a way was the one thing I could hold onto. That no-one else had. He wanted me, and literally fought to the death to save me.”

My shock was very real when I gaped at her. “He... what?”

She smiled softly. “I think it’s time that we tell you the full story, and there’s no better place than the room where it happened. See you at Erik’s castle?”

I nodded and watched in awe as my mother pulled up her fur hood and tugged on her gloves. It was freezing for a human to travel in our weather, something I needed to remember if I ever had to transport my own woman.

Mom climbed onto my father’s back and clung tight as he gently stretched out his wings and flew up into the air above the castle.

No tricks, or swoops like my sister. My mother wouldn’t have enjoyed that.

I stood on the balcony watching their figures get smaller as they moved off into the distance. ...