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Their Dragon Mate(7)
Author: Elle Boon

“What the hell kind of rot brain did they give us last night?” Abyle asked, leaning on the counter that separated them.

He grabbed a couple bottles of water out of the fridge, tossed one across the short distance between them to his brother, keeping one for himself. “You called it right. Shit, they must’ve been fermenting that shit for the past couple hundred years.” Twisting the cap off, he chugged the entire bottle in one go. “So, we heading south or what?”

Abyle finished his drink before answering. “You think them Iron Wolves have an answer as to how to find our dragon?”

Atika shrugged, liking the sound of their dragon coming from his twin. “That’s what my foggy mind says, but again, it could be bruised, or mushed from whatever the hell was in that shit we drank. Tell me again whose idea it was to challenge them to a drinking contest?”

Abyle tipped his lips up in a grin. “We won, didn’t we?”

He lifted his empty bottle toward his brother, tapping the plastic together. “Damn straight we did. Now, let’s go find our dragon.”

Hours later, they drove up to a set of huge iron gates with claws on them. “These look like a warning to you?” he tapped the steering wheel as his truck sat idling.

The words Iron Wolves MC letting them know they were in the right place. Abyle nodded at him, then tipped his head toward the parking lot that was filled with a myriad of vehicles from jacked-up trucks, to motorcycles, to a tiny VW Bug which was about as out of place as a school bus would be. Their truck looked like it would fit right into the motley crew, with their big ass tires meant for the snowy north. Of course, their lift had more to do with the fact they were bears and big men.

“Let’s do this. Warning or no, they got answers we need. They’re wolves; we’re bears. Pretty sure we out-predator them.” Abyle punched his fist into his pal, his lips tipped up in a grin that had been described as shit-eating.

Atika snorted. “There’re two of us. I sense at least a couple dozen of them and...maybe some cats. Aren’t wolves allergic to cats?” he asked, grabbing a Kleenex out of the glove box and wiping his nose.

Their truck rolled into the lot, wondering why they had the gates if they didn’t lock the fuckers. The big V-8 rumbling loudly, announcing to all they were there. Of course, they were wolves. Surely, they’d scented bears on their land as soon as they’d entered their property.

Atika backed into a spot, making it easy for them to leave if shit went sideways. Shit tended to go sideways with them. Fuck. Abyle hoped that didn’t happen, at least not until after they got a clue as to where their dragon was.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

A DOOR OPENED WITH a crash. Abyle’s bear recognized the alpha as soon as the huge male appeared. Dark hair hanging past his shoulders, electric blue eyes trained on them through the windshield, and fists hanging loosely at his sides like he wasn’t the least bit worried. “That must be the alpha. He sure as shit don’t seem very friendly.”

Never the smart one, Atika shoved the driver’s door open. “Well, let’s go say howdy to the male.”

“Don’t be a dick until after we get what we came here for,” he warned.

His brother raised his fist, giving him the bird then strolled forward. His shitkickers kicked up dust in the gravel parking lot. “Howdy, wolf, how’s it going?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the alpha roared.

Abyle sighed, jumping down to follow his clearly not-so-bright brother, knowing shit had already started going sideways as soon as he saw the other man. The alpha of the Iron Wolves started to shift, his claws not that of a regular wolf, but fucking the alpha Iron Wolf. Fucking A! He let his bear claws extend, clacking them together, the iron tips sparking. “Let’s not do this, boys. We came here to talk and see if you could help us find our mate, not start a war,” Abyle said, his bear rumbling as more shifters poured out behind the male.

“Holy shite, what are those?”

Abyle stared at the man who spoke, then at the alpha. “Claws,” he answered the wolf.

“Fucking iron claws, but you ain’t a wolf, you’re a bear. Kellen, what’s going on? You gots some ‘splaining to do, brother.”

The one named Kellen glared at the other, snarling a clear warning he’d done a lot, “Xan, shut your trap.”

“I’m just saying. He’s got those Freddy Kruger fucking claws like you.” Xan pointed out.

“For fucks sake, why am I the only one who seems to have brains and brawn?” Kellen asked, turning his head up toward the sky, then aiming his laser blue gaze back on them. “Now, before your blood is spilled on my lot, I suggest you start telling me who the fuck you are, and why you’re here.”

The last was growled so low and deep, if they’d been lesser bears, they might’ve run for the nearest tree and climbed it. Of course, bears like them didn’t climb trees, and they’d never been the type to run from a fight, not even from a pack of wolves.

“Well, you see, our mate did a runner, and we followed her to here. Now, why don’t you tell us what you know before I start to lose my patience.” Atika braced his feet apart, his arms held loose at his sides. His brother’s claws were itching to mark some wolves. A low growl rumbled from his chest.

Atika didn’t flex his claws again thankfully. Abyle didn’t think drawing attention to their claws was too wise, nor was it was a contest to see who had the bigger claws. They were bears after all, clearly, they were the bigger apex predators, he hoped. Fuck, the wolf in front of them was the alpha so he might be like their brother and out size them for all they knew. Except when they got mad.

Abyle moved up beside his twin, allowing his claws to scrape him slightly in warning. “What my brother is trying to say is, albeit a bit poorly, is that we’d appreciate any help you could offer where our mate is concerned. However, you need to know we don’t have any intention of sharing her with any of you, and our bullshit meter is really good. You don’t want to fuck with two bears on a mission.”

“Is she like your Goldilocks? Only she’s lost in someone else’s woods and like...sleeping in someone else’s treehouse, maybe sampling another bowl of porridge?”

This time it was Abyle who growled at the not-so-innocent question asked from the female who stood in front of a big male. Abyle inhaled, scenting bear. “You’re not a wolf?”

The male behind the female growled as well, his green eyes narrowed. “My mate is not your concern, beasts. I suggest you watch your tone, or Freddy fingers or not, I’ll wipe this lot with both your asses.”

Atika tilted his head to the side. “Hmm, you can try, wolf, but you won’t win unless you bring all your friends, and your mate to help you. She’s a grizzly, so she probably kicks your ass, but rest assured she’s no match for us.”

“We didn’t come here to fight...but we also didn’t come here to be turned away without answers.” Abyle met the alpha’s stare with his own, “What’s it to be, Kellen? We gonna war, or talk?” They’d faced similar odds before, maybe not with an alpha who was similar to them, but they also didn’t have the same thing on the line before.

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