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  Blitz

  The Storm Dragons’ Mate

  M. Sinclair

  Lost & Bound Publishing

  Blitz: The Storm Dragons’ Mate 1

  Copyright © 2022 by M. Sinclair in USA

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  Contents

  Description

  Prologue

  1. Bexley

  2. Bexley

  3. Bexley

  4. Bexley

  5. Gage Bronzeheart

  6. Bexley

  7. Bexley

  8. Bexley

  9. Bexley

  10. Breaker Firespell

  11. Bexley

  12. Bexley

  13. Bexley

  14. Bexley

  15. Jagger Silvershade

  16. Bexley

  17. Bexley

  18. Bexley

  19. Bexley

  20. Bexley

  Series Within The Universe!

  M. Sinclair

  Published Works

  Description

  Three dominant dragon alphas who seemingly have it all... except the one thing they want: me.

  My life hasn’t been typical. All I remember is waking up in an alley when I was ten, scrounging for scraps to survive until I was taken to the Bronzeheart estate.

  That’s where my life began, where I’ve lived for the past eight years with the ruling family, the Blitz Clan. It’s where I found my best friend Gage, the future leader of this clan.

  At the time, I didn’t question my good fortune because I was happy to know I wasn’t alone in this world anymore. But maybe I should have.

  After landing a shocking invite to the prestigious Dark Imaginarium Academy, I realized how much of a safe haven the estate was.

  The students at this school are out for my blood because somehow I have the attention of not just one, but all three Storm Dragon Clan heirs: Gage Bronzeheart, Breaker Firespell, and Jagger Silvershade.

  None of them should have an interest in me, seeing as I’m the only shifter at this academy who hasn’t, you know…shifted. They should want someone powerful at their side. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting them as well.

  That is until I find out they’ve been hiding a life-changing secret from me. And now that I know…

  Nothing will be the same.

  Blitz is book 1 in the Storm Dragons’ Mate trilogy that features a slightly naive but sassy MFC, possessive dragon alphas, and a secret that will change everything. This is not a high school academy book and the contents are intended for mature audiences, with characters who are all 18+. This book includes violence and mature sexual content.

  Author Note:

  Blitz is set in the shared universe of Dark Imaginarium Academy. All series can be read independently, but characters have crossovers and it is highly encouraged to read all within the universe to understand the world in its entirety.

  Series within the universe:

  Phases of the Moon by M. Sinclair

  The Creatures We Crave by R.L. Caulder

  The Storm Dragons’ Mate by M. Sinclair

  Blood Oath by R.L. Caulder (Coming soon)

  Prologue

  Bexley

  I was so cold.

  I’d never been this cold in my life…at least I didn’t think I had. I honestly couldn’t remember. My brain felt fuzzy, and everything hurt, right down to my frozen fingertips. As if that wasn’t enough, my stomach kept cramping in pain.

  I was so hungry. So incredibly hungry. It made the world spin around me as I tried to sort through the pile of discarded food at my feet where I was crouched.

  How many days had I been out here alone?

  I could only remember the past few hours, so there was really no way to tell. It felt like a long time though. More importantly, why couldn’t I remember anything before that? How had I gotten here in the first place? Had someone left me?

  I examined my shiny shoes, which laced up my ankles, and the sparkly skirt of my dress that fell to my knees. The material was expensive and looked practically brand new. I didn’t think I lived on the streets. At least, not usually. I mean, why else would I be dressed like I was going to a party? I tried to think back to how I even knew that and slammed into a solid wall that caused pain to radiate through my temples.

  A whimper slipped through my lips. It wasn’t worth it. That was the silent whisper that slipped into my head, warning me that it would cause me far more pain to push through my memories than to simply let it go. I wanted to do that, I wanted to believe that…but there was another part of me that knew this was wrong.

  Something about this entire situation felt wrong.

  When a cool, wet wind ran over my skin, my stomach made another sound of protest, insisting that we were hungry. Inspecting the food in front of me, I stared at the half-eaten sandwich that someone had thrown out.

  Like you. Someone had thrown it out like they threw you out.

  That painful reminder tugged at a part of me that had my eyes watering. I sniffed, trying to calm myself down as my mouth watered from staring at the piece of food. My hand moved forward to grab it but stopped short. I didn’t want to eat this. I knew that. But I also knew I wouldn’t be able to focus on figuring out where I was supposed to go, or what had happened, if I couldn’t see straight because of hunger.

  Before I could touch the sandwich, a loud screech sounded, and I immediately jolted up, looking towards the end of the alleyway. I blinked in confusion, wrapping my arms around myself, noticing a gorgeous black car that now blocked the entrance. I didn’t feel panic at the intrusion; something about the vehicle was familiar. I took a hesitant step towards it before the door flew open and revealed a young boy who looked about my age, maybe slightly older. I stood still, not knowing if I should approach him, though something in my head and heart was urging me to do exactly that.

  Then he called out, “Bexley? Is that you?”

  Bexley? Was that my name? I hesitantly took a step towards him but froze as the front door of the car opened to reveal an older man. I looked between the two of them, realizing they looked startlingly similar. Maybe that was the boy’s father?

  Did I have a father? A mother? My temples pounded in pain, warning me that those thoughts were off-limits.

  “Bex?” the boy said again in a softer voice, as if he was worried about scaring me. His voice was nice, welcoming, and almost familiar, echoing through the dirty alleyway.

  “I…I don’t know who you are looking for. I don’t know my name,” I admitted softly. The boy was there then, right in front of me faster than the blink of an eye, looking both relieved and panicked. I stared at him, completely shocked to find such intense green eyes looking down at me as his arms wrapped around my own.

  “I was so worried.” His voice was saturated with emotion, and tears filled his eyes. “I thought that you were gone forever. We couldn’t find you, and
when we heard about—”

  Pain detonated through my temples as he continued to talk to me, his words blurring together to become one stream of incoherent sounds. Heard about what? What was he hearing about? What did that have to do with me?

  I whimpered, clinging to him tightly as tears streamed down my face, not knowing how else to deal with this level of pain. I knew he stopped talking when my head stopped hurting. When he said something about me being cold, he pulled back and wrapped a jacket around me, surrounding me in warmth.

  His voice finally broke through the haze I was feeling when he shouted, “Dad, something is wrong with Bex! She’s crying!”

  The older man appeared next to us, gently prying my hands away from my face as I tried to rub away the tears. “Bexley?”

  I looked up at him, and something about my expression caused him to look concerned. He spoke softer this time. “Do you know who you are?”

  “No,” I whispered, my voice filled with fear. “Is that my name? I can’t—I can’t remember anything. I’ve been out here for a day, I think? Maybe more.”

  “Let’s get her in the car,” the boy’s father insisted. He was trying to remain calm, but I could see my fear mimicked in his gaze.

  I nodded, and the boy put his arm around me and ushered me towards the large car, comfort and security suffusing me as I leaned into him. I could feel that my eyes were still watering, but where I had felt fear moments ago, I now only felt exhaustion.

  How did these people know who I was?

  What had happened to put me into this situation?

  My breathing went a bit rough, feeling the overwhelming enormity of this situation hit me as we neared the car. I was put into a large leather seat, the heat of the car blasting against my skin instantly filling me with relief. A large blanket was wrapped around my shoulders, over the jacket, and the father was shouting orders to someone at the front of the car before we even drove away. I kept my face buried against the boy’s chest, not wanting to fully deal with whatever was going on.

  “What’s your name?” I finally asked, tilting my head back.

  Sadness filled his eyes, making me feel like I’d asked something horrible. “You don’t remember me?”

  “I don’t remember anything.”

  He hugged me fiercely. “I swear, Bex, we will figure out what happened. You’re safe now. I promise that you are completely safe. Dad, she’s safe, right? We are taking her back to the estate?”

  “Yes,” his father promised, sounding tense and upset. “We are taking her back home. I am going to have a doctor brought in just to make sure she hasn’t been injured. Are you in pain at all, Bexley?”

  “No,” I croaked. “My head just hurts… And I’m confused. What is going on?”

  The boy’s father met my gaze, sadness radiating through his expression as he opened his mouth to speak. I couldn’t tell you what he said, though, because the minute he began talking, pain exploded through my head. Agony tore through me and I cried out, my entire body jolting. My eyes fell shut, and I fell into the darkness knowing that something terrible had happened…

  I just couldn’t remember what.

  Chapter 1

  Bexley

  The afternoon sunlight streamed down on my head as I tucked my jacket further around me, smoothing my fingers over the small note I’d been waiting for all week. I always knew when it would be arriving, almost like an internal clock, and today, after Gage had gone off to his meeting, I’d taken a long stroll through the estate’s far-extending lands until I hit the southernmost wall.

  That was where I’d found my note, buried in the soft earth at the base of a rose bush. My fingers had a tiny bit of dirt on them, but it didn’t stop me from opening the note and smiling at the messy scrawl.

  Today changes everything.

  What did they mean by that? The notes I received were usually brief as it was, but this was particularly short. Over the years, since finding the first one, I’d always written back far more extensive replies, especially when my secret pen pal asked questions. Of course, I would ask questions in return, but it was very rare, if ever, that I got a response back, unfortunately.

  I was hoping one day I would receive a letter that had all of them answered, pages so thick that I ended up knowing as much about my pen pal as they knew about me. A small sigh left my lips as I folded the note back up and tucked it into the pocket of my skirt.

  It was a gorgeous day out, and I wasn’t in any particular rush to go inside. I could practically scent autumn in the air, and while I loved the seasonal change, there was a small part of me that was sad. I knew Gage would soon be leaving for school once again, and despite having taken the exam at the start of summer to join him this fall, I’d heard no word from the Dark Imaginarium Academy.

  No one said it directly, but I was almost positive I hadn’t gotten in. Honestly, I wasn’t very surprised. I mean, I had never shifted. What else would I expect?

  A sad hum left my lips, but before I could get down in the dumps, a gorgeous butterfly with glittery gold and silver wings floated past me. I sat perfectly still, hoping that it would land on me. I knew that it was unlikely, but I still stretched out my finger, offering it a perfect place to land.

  Much to my surprise, it did exactly that, and my chest squeezed happily. I had always loved butterflies. I had also envied their ability to fly for far too long, although that wasn’t exactly shocking. I was surrounded by dragons; how could I not be envious? I couldn’t imagine the freedom associated with such a luxury.

  “Ms. Bexley.” A soft-spoken familiar voice had me looking up to see Mr. Webb approaching, his appearance causing my butterfly to go airborne. I followed it with my eyes before offering a friendly smile to our estate’s head steward. This morning he was dressed in a navy outfit accented with a gold pocket watch that hung prominently at his hip, flashing in the sun with every step. I tried to not focus too much on it, but I had a bad addiction to things that were shiny or glittery. It was a fact at this point.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Webb,” I greeted happily.

  “Delivery,” he offered, handing me a large, thick envelope. I frowned slightly in confusion as he offered me a wink and turned around, departing down the same path he’d arrived on. I stared down at the parcel in my hand, nerves hitting me, feeling as though I’d manifested my thoughts into being or that the fates had heard me. My hand trembled as I inspected the elegant scripted font of my name on the ivory-colored envelope. Up top, there was a crest that was traditional in nature. One that I recognized…

  I pulled the envelope to my chest, hopped up, and strode through the garden towards the breezeway that connected my suite to the rest of the house. Holy fates. There was no way, right? I mean, there was only one possible source of this letter. I just had assumed it was never coming, and now that I had it in my hands, I wasn’t positive I was ready to open it and see their response.

  The Dark Imaginarium Academy’s decision on whether I was admitted or not.

  I drew in a breath as I arrived in my suite, swinging open the door and not bothering to close it. I bit my bottom lip nervously. How the heck was I supposed to open this up on my own? I looked back towards the long stone breezeway that led to the main house, the early afternoon glow that came through painting the entire place in a peaceful gold light that was not echoed by my current mental state.

  I fought the urge to go to the main house to find someone to join me in this important moment because I knew there wasn’t anyone home right now.

  Well, that wasn’t completely true—Gage and his father were home, they were just in an important meeting. One that I couldn’t interrupt despite desperately wanting to. I stared at the envelope, standing in the middle of my large suite as I frowned. Why was I getting this now? I had somewhat accepted that I hadn’t gotten in, and now it was possible I would have to go through the rejection again.

  There was nothing I wanted more than to join Gage at DIA, so if I didn’t get in and I had to see
that written out, I had a feeling it would break my heart a bit.

  Placing down the letter, I left it on the elegant long table that filled the center of my suite. There were fresh daisies placed in a large vase in vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow, filling the room with a soft floral scent. They were delivered fresh each day, and despite never admitting to it, it was one of my favorite parts of this space.

  Well, that and everything else about it.

  I looked around the grand yet comfortable room, wondering if I was truly ready to leave this place. If I was truly ready to take this next step of my journey… That is, on the off chance I got in, which was still extremely unlikely in my mind.

  The Bronzeheart estate was all I knew now, and the way I’d been brought up here far exceeded anything I could have expected out of my life—after all, I’d literally been found in an alleyway scrounging for scraps.

  Thinking of that night caused my head to pulse, so I pushed past the memory. Not only was it painful emotionally, but physically as well. It was why everyone avoided talking about it around me. The doctors thought that it was some form of post-traumatic stress associated with whatever happened to me, a mystery we had yet to solve.

  So I kept it from my head.

  Still, how I had gone from that to having an entire section of the estate to myself was mind-blowing. The gorgeous arched white ceilings, which were embellished with hand-painted gold details, framed large windows on all sides that showcased the natural beauty of the garden that surrounded my area of the grounds.