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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}~

The closer I got, the more I realized 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 him.
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.
“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 and they shimmered while his iris were gray in color.
“Ingrid,” he breathed out my name and my eyes widened in wonder at the fact that he knew my name.

The SHEWOLF & The LAST HE-DRAGON

My brows were lifted in fascination as I watched her eat like she had been starved for days.

Is this what they called eating like animals? I wondered to myself and chuckled, drawing her attention.

"What's funny?" She asked with food stuffed in her mouth as she gave me a look of nonchalance.

"You're funny," I answered and it made her scoff, nearly causing her to choke.

"Take it slow. The food isn't going to run," I let her know and she swallowed before giving me her full attention.

"This is an opportunity to stuff my face, dragon. If I don't I'll regret it," she said and I smiled at her reasoning.

"What's the sudden switch in names? Why do you refer to me as a dragon?" I pointed out.

"Aren't you a dragon?" She asked back.

"So should I call you little wolf?"

At that suggestion, she froze and faced me.

ONE BED, TWO INDIVIDUALS