Greetings to the gorgeous person who's eyes are reading this. A lot of y'all who are starting this story are gonna notice chapters with huge lists of

dedications, and it just may irk you a bit.

But I don't mind the complaints, Because

then I get additional comments. I love

you all so much, I'm forever grateful for

your decision to read or reread my book. I

genuinely mean it. I can't fathom to even be

mean to those who have criticism because

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chapptteerss in. Still, I don't know where

I would be without y'all. That's why I love

coming back to this book... Some of the

readers are so funny to me and it's not just

the sly remarks but some of you say the

sweetest things and even if I don't respond

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and I always have a reason to feel blessed

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Now on to the introduction!!!

Hello, and welcome to the story!

This book will make you mad on some

SceneS.

Make you tear up in others.

Then make you rage again

But hopefully it gives you more smiles than

frowns. <3

I'm very grateful you've decided to dive

into this journey.

Thank you!

Mated To The Dragon- Chapter One

Scarlet Strayer regarded every gorgeous

shade of the crimson full moon up above. The

Werewolves had not received a full moon for

years, let alone a red crescent shot one.

The sight was absolutely marvelous. It was a

miracle that no other members of her pack

were observant enough to notice it. Instead,

they all lay scattered around their field of

territory, sleeping peacefully. Both human and

wolf form merging together for the night.

The Luna and Alpha had retreated into their

cave long before the pack members fell

asleep.

Scarlet was not allowed to sleep with the

others sadly, for she was an Omega, the lowest

in the pack. The rules were very strict.

If she were caught nesting with the pack, she

would receive a severe beating; strike one.

They didn't even care enough to lend her

three chances. If she were caught nesting a

second time, (Or doing anything she were not

supposed to do) she would be immediately

sentenced to death by The Grinder; a tool that

crushes it's victims; swirling their insides in

a grinding motion and only leaving a bloody

mess.

She was never stupid enough to reach strike

two, but she did slip up on her first chance.

Shivering, the girl's eyes scanned over the

faint scars that were left on her body from

that day.

She did not even have to lift a finger to see

them, for she already had little clothing.

Just old scrubs that were brown and peeling

around her chest and lower region.

That was all it covered, but she was lucky that

the Luna granted her that. At least she showed

pity, whereas the others would have let her

roam around ***** with nothing but her bare

skin covering her pale body.

The moon shimmered on her short cut

ravenette hair, and she looked up once more.

Her murky green eyes, (The eye color of the

lowest ranked) glistened as the Moon Goddess

gave Scarlet a few minutes of spotlight so that

she may enjoy herself, even if it didn't last

long.

A small breeze blew, delicately whipping her

hair into her face as it combed through the

matted strands. Scarlet closed her eyes, but it

was only a brief moment before a strong scent

clouded her nostrils.

A scent she was familiar with since the

metallic smell often came from herself due to

her tortuous associates.

The scent of blood.

Mated To The Dragon- Chapter Two

Scarlett's nose pulled up in attempt to block

out the horrid smell. She would have to

ignore it. As much as it twinges her to know

that someone else was being dealt the deck

of cards she had numerous times before, she

remained in place.

Surely, leaving would be instant death by The

Grinder. And she wanted to live.

So for the next few minutes, she ignored it all,

trying desperately to get some sleep on her

cold, uncomfortable little rock.

With no avail, the sore Omega struggled to her

feet. She looked around, assuring herself that

no snitches would be awoken to witness her

department.

Light snores still echoed around the night,

and besides the cricket chorus that had been

going on for hours, there was just the restless

shuffling of her pack members.

Scarlet had learned to use her tininess to her

advantage. She was underweight, having

being attacked if she even dared to come close

to fresh meat, (Even though she were the one

who risked her life to fetch food in the first

place) and she had to settle for roadkill. The

decaying meat did nothing for her hunger and

would sometimes make her sick.

Being held out from food meant she was

small and feeble; light on her toes. It was

fairly easy to crawl behind the cave where

her Alpha and Luna were bedded down. She

took soft cautious steps, memorizing the rocky

platform and taking her time to place one foot

in front of the other.

She knew where the cliff was within the

darkness, and she knew where the stones

were weak and cracking. Gracefully and

silently, Scarlet hopped off of the cliff, landing

gently on her feet.

Once more, she looked around for any signs

that she were to be caught.

Everyone was still asleep.

With a small sigh of relief, she toed off. When

she was far enough, her careful walk dashed

into a full sprint, and within seconds, her

paws paddled through the dirt.

Leaves crunched beneath her, creating

another noise to blend into the night. Rocks

poked at the padding of her feet. Her breath

came out in short spanned pants, and her

tongue rolled out of her mouth as it did

everytime she ran in wolf form.

Scarlett's dingy white coat rippled and

bellowed behind her as the wind sliced

through her fur. She felt a small bit of

freedom, but the fear of being caught leaked

through the barrier she kept up.

She couldn't.

As she distanced herself from her pack, she

wondered why she was being so stupid. She

no traces afterwards.

Maybe it was a newborn? Scarlet heard that

newborn Vampires could be vicious creatures,

killing without a mercy available.

The Omega took a whiff of the air again.

No, the perks of being a newborn Vampire

was that you still had the scent of a human

until your days prolonged. She knew for a

fact this did not belong to a Vampire, nor a

Werewolf... so what caused so many deaths?

Mated To The Dragon- Chapter Three

Mmmmhhh...

It happened again, Scarlet heard it. It was the

moaning noise from before. She softly tracked

the agonized groan, and to her surprise, shee

saw a boy... Well.. . A man. His age? She

couldn't be sure.

After all, it was dark out, and her wolf sight

wasn't really helping. Everything was slightly

blurry from an earlier incident of which her

Alpha hit her, as she had spoken without

being addressed to and this was only the day

before. A minor altercation that ended in a

rather anticipated outcome for the deliverer.

She took a step closer in hopes of helping

him, but when she thought of him physically

striking her as well, it made her rethink her

decision. She stepped back, and slowly tilted

her head up towards the moon.

Her fangs retracted, her claws forced

themselves back into tender flesh and her

bones curvatured in splitting positions,

reducing within her body.

She whimpered out, which soon turned into a

tiny moan as her frame returned into that of

a human. Sighing in relief that it didn't hurt

as much as it did last time, she examined the

male.

His eyes scanned over her. She was aware

that now she was completely *****, but

she felt little of it. After all, it wasn't as if the

clothes she wore before would cover much

anyway.

Plus, it was dark. He couldn't see her, could

he?

As she looked at his shoulder, she noticed

that something had been poking out of it. It

was a short wooden stick, though towards the

wound, silver glistened in the moonlight. Her

knowing eyes increased in size.

She took another step back.

"Please Scarlett..." His voice was smooth

yet firm at the same time. Perhaps it was his

current condition that morphed his words so

deeply?

"How do you know my name?" She whispered.

She sounded like a little girl; innocent.

When he only replied with a grunt, she knew

that he was being drained of energy from loss

of blood. She had to help him, to remove the

staked arrow that was implanted deep within

his flesh, or he would soon die.

But how could she touch the silver without

facing the terrible consequences that lie

ahead?

A jolt shot through her body the moment she

got on her knees. It was the fact that they

were so close. Scarlett could not name the

pull, but it was intense yet so gentle. It tugged

at her body, her heart, and that was saying

something. She was almost sure that she lost

her heart the moment her Alpha bit her. He

had convinced the girl that she were his mate.

Filled her head with ideas she wouldn't have

otherwise known till years down the line.

He just needed someone to throw around; to

prove how dominate he was. If every person's

lifespan depended on the amount of times you

lied before reaching your expiration date, Sin

would be long gone.

The fact that he made a fool out of her in such

a indigestible way showed through the many

scars that permanently marked her body.

Without knowing, Scarlet had pressed her

hand towards the arrow. She instinctively

winced, but the unimaginable impact she was

told would come, never did.

She blinked.

They were lies, all lies. The silver did nothing

to her skin, but even if it did, she was sure

it would have been nothing compared the

brutal torture she endured day by day...

Exhaling, Scarlet whispered, "This will

hurt..." As she wrapped lean fingers around

the wood, a guttural growl emitted from

somewhere deep within the boy's throat. It

was a warning, obviously directed towards

her.

Scarlet pushed her other hand on his shoulder

for support. Instead of feeling cloth from what

was supposed to be his attire, her hand made

contact with skin. He was undressed...just

like her.

He wasn't a human, or a vampire. She already

knew that, and she'd also crossed out her own

breed, but she knew he'd undergone some

form of transitioning to be in this state. And

his odor... Was he the criminal behind the

mass murdering? Scarlet leaned towards him

and inhaled.

He was. He was the one who killed all these

people. The scent radiated off of his exposed

body like the refreshing waft of clean clothes

when you opened the dryer in the packhouse.

Her thoughts drifted towards the weapon

that was lunged into his shoulder blade when

he resisted her assistance, crying out as the

arrow shifted into thick tissue. She wrenched

the object out, and the male vigorously

thrashed around on the ground. Rich blood

profusely poured out from the open wound.

She got up, stepping away from the

seizure-like episode. He arched his back, dark

hair flopping over his head. The she-wolf

listened to his agonizing and blood curdling

Screams, ones that felt like they were coming

from her own chest.

The masculine figure grew in size, echoing

growls into the night. A powerful wind blew,

and the cold air bit at her skin.

As he neared the end of his exceptionally

intriguing yet disturbing transformation,

Scarlet stood frozen in place, staring up at the

beast that peered down at her with glowing

flaxen eyes. His green scaled chest heaved up

and down with every breath.

Large wings spread out, and instead of

harming her, he laid down, placing his head

within his webbed paws as a grateful sign of

submission. He let out a soft chirping noise,

proving that he was under her power in one

way or another.

In this form, Scarlet knew that it was true. She

never thought it would happen.

Not in a million years did she expect the day

to come, let alone with a creature of this

magnitude.

She had been mated to the,

"Dragon..."