[Heart of the Dragon 04] • The Dragon's Distrust

The time for birth and for war has begun...

Aristo has finally escaped his captors and has found his love once again. But all is not as it seems. The Princess is carrying another dragon's child. Enraged and betrayed, Aristo has to find it in his heart to forgive.

Tania has never hated herself more than she does now. Betraying Aristo's trust had cost her terribly and the fight is not yet over. Her father will have his words marked and he will slay a dragon she loves.

Stephan is on a mission to rid the world of Polas. He fully intends to ally himself with the most detested creatures in the realm, Werewolves. The wolves have no control over their bestial nature and no one knows what the war will cause them to do.

In the fourth installment of the HEART OF THE DRAGON series, we follow our characters into a dark and forbidding place. How can they ever see the light again?

THE HEART OF THE DRAGON short story series showcases the War of the Ages from the epic saga, THE DRAGON LORDS. This is truly the beginning of the rise and fall of Dragons. Learn how the Dragonkin came to be and what led to THE DRAGON LORDS.

Before reading THE DRAGON'S DISTRUST, please read the series in order:

THE DRAGON'S DESIRE, Book 1

THE DRAGON'S DEN, Book 2

THE DRAGON'S DALLY, Book 3

“Patryck,” she whispered.

His large, bright blue dragon eye stared up at her. She could swear he smiled. He turned his snout to nuzzle low in her belly. She giggled. His whiskers tickled. Even though his scales were sharp, he managed not to scrape her. In fact, he was soft. He was water and he caressed her just as gently as the morning mist.

“I am glad you are feeling better,” she said. The only response from the dragon was more nuzzling. She laughed as he pressed his snout all over her chest. He was happy to see her and she was very happy to see him alive and playful.

Tania wished to speak to him, but it would be a one-sided conversation so she merely smiled and continued stroking his long neck. Her fingers flowed over him just as water would flow over her hand. It was an odd sensation to pet liquid but the gesture was heart-warming.

She couldn’t contain her excitement, “I was worried. I was scared I had lost you.”

The dragon jerked his head back and managed to raise a scaly eyebrow. Even in dragon form, Tania could see his human gestures. She knew there was a man underneath all that monster. She had always known Patryck was more than just a dragon—he was a lost soul who needed to be loved.