Bartholomé P.O.V 

I woke up with a start, my body in a state of crisis as I remember that, before fainting, I was going to be eaten by a giant lizard. My hands crumble the sheets under me in a tight fist and my heart beats frantically in my ear, my blood traveling to the same rhythm in my veins, while my dazed eyes are trying to see past the blinding light above me to be able to analyze the situation, I am currently in. My eyelashes flutter closed, before opening again, but this time my vision is clearer. The ceiling is a stunning white and looking at my surroundings, I can easily guess that it is a room in the infirmary with the medical stuff gathered around me and the lack of personal presence. However, none of the instruments are linked to me, which means that whoever put me there just wanted to get me out of his arms while he was in the medical wing, assuming that the person was carrying me like a human being and not just dragging me around like a bag of potatoes, such situation would have lead to at least a little discomfort in my limbs or sore muscles, but as it is not the case, I highly doubt it happened that way. The lack of bloody wounds or even a bruise on my body also means something else, that the dragon didn’t take out his anger on me or toyed with me to his heart's content like a big cat with a frail mouse. I guess someone took care of the walking myth just before or after I fainted, saving me from being eaten alive.

I cautiously sniff the air a few times, trying to catch a whiff of a familiar scent behind all the chemical ones. I don't smell Max or Alex, not even James, I do, however, catch a mouth-watering scent that makes goosebumps raise all over my body. Shivers of excitement rack my limbs and I rub my arms, not feeling quite comfortable with what all this ruckus means. Which is that I found my second mate, or more like he or she found me, with the way the person smells like ashes and mint, I would say they are male. I could be wrong though. I look around, trying to see if there are any signs of him being or having been here, but not even a chair was dragged out of its original place. Maybe he put me there just to get rid of me, to have time to come up with a plan to reject me. He wouldn't be the first. I wonder if he can come up with a way to make me feel worse than I felt with my first mate. I don’t think it's possible, but you never know. Humans are just such evil creatures.

I really don't deserve a mate.

Ignoring the way my heart painfully squeezes at the thought, I slowly get my back up from the bed, back up a little and then recline my spine until it is against the wall, not before raising the pillows to make a more comfortable backrest. Taking a few more breaths of the scent, I can't help but frown as I do not recognize it. I know nearly every pack member by scent and none of them match with this one. I do not remember Alex inviting anyone from other packs too. Moreover, it does not really smell like a werewolf, not that we can recognize species by scent, it is more of an intuition and mine tells me that my mate isn't part of the canine family. I can somewhat feel traces of magic in the air, being a werewolf has its pecks, but it does not seem like a witch's wizardry. It feels more antic, and way more powerful.

As I am pondering over the issue, I don't immediately notice when someone opens the door, only coming back to earth when a chair is being placed to my right and that an alluring man sits on it. I jump a little, not quite expecting a visit so soon, even less from a stranger. The man looked like he had some asian ancestors with his slanted eyes, but he also had a somewhat tanned skin tone, not as much as mine though. His dark green hair seemed like it could reach his waist if it wasn't tied in a low bun and looked really soft, making me want to rack my fingers through it. However, what really stood out to me, apart from the way I could see his big muscles bulge through his tight t-shirt along with the veins on his arms, is his bright green eyes with a vertical pupil, just like a cat. It appeared as if small scales were coming out of his pupils to form circles after circles until it reached his iris, pulling me into a trance facing this wonderful artwork. It was fascinatingly beautiful. I catch his full lips forming a small smirk from the corner of my eyes, before he winks at me. I mentally thank my mom for my brown skin, because he would have seen me embarrassingly blush like a tomato if not for that.

"Hello little mate, I'm sorry for scaring you at our first meeting and making you faint. I was just so excited to have found you and also completely entranced by your beauty to think correctly. I hope you can forgive me." He says in his deep baritone voice, making me shift uncomfortably as my shaft stiffen slightly. I can't believe I'm getting excited just from hearing his voice. Blame it all on the pregnancy's hormones. At last, he isn't doing any better with the way his arousal can be scented in the air. He doesn't really have an excuse either. I mentally cheer myself for my small imaginary win, before cringing at the way I acted like a child. I soon freeze however, as what he said enters my brain. Wait… he said he made me faint, that he was my mate which means he isn't a werewolf, all of that along with his slanted eyes that strangely resemble those of the dragon make a weird idea rise in my head. 

Wait… It can't be…

"My name is Luka Grensly, prince of the Green Dragon's Kingdom and soon king of said nation. As you surely have already realized, I'm a dragon and you are my sweet little mate." The lizard, now named Luka, says with a purr at the end of the last sentence.

Called it

I move from one butt cheek to another, his intense gaze making me quite uncomfortable. I am not used to such a kind of stare. Eyes filled with crazy possessiveness, strong love, and raw lust. How can someone feel this much emotion at the same time… I know I should feel scared, maybe even terrorized, but I can't help the relief that fills my being and the slight warmth in my heart. With this much urging toward me, he won't reject me, right? Does this mean I will finally have the chance to have a normal love? The back of my eyes starts to burn at the thought and my throat feels as if someone suddenly stuffed a raccoon in it. I swallow with difficulty and take big, but silent, inhalations to try and make the uncomfortable sensations go away. However, it only succeeds in making me choke, therefore alarming my mate who immediately jumps to his feet and reaches for my back under my T-shirt, then proceeds to lovingly rub my back to help me catch my breath, eliciting warm sparks to spread from the skin-to-skin contact. After my first mate’s reaction, I would never have guessed that having a mate was this amazing and pleasurable. How could he do such things, even more if he felt like I do right now with my second mate?

After finally being able to enter air in my lungs once again, alas with a little feeling of burn persisting, Luka regains his seat and I, what little dignity I have left. I can't believe I did so many embarrassing things just in front of my mate. What does he think of me now?

"That you are a sweet awkward little cinnamon roll" my mate says, making me confused and thinking I got too lost in my thoughts to listen to some sort of sentence he said before this, before he continues, seemingly having realized that my brain is still lacking some oxygen to work properly, "I could read your thoughts on your face." He says with a raise on the corner of his full lips.

My cheeks, which had finally cooled down, suddenly set ablaze once again as my poor brain proceeded to work properly on translating his words. 

What a first impression…

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