Having never found a mate, it was decided that they would have to enter into an arranged mating. This was something that neither dragon desired and so they had to find a mate of their own and fast. When BOTH Weredragons took a liking to the voluptuous Seraphina -- they knew they both wanted her. Yet they did not have any time to compete for her. So the only solution was for both to have her as a shared mate. Now Seraphina is about to find herself caught in between two dragon twins, in more ways than just one...Warning: Recommended for audiences 18+ as it is a ménage à trois erotic romance.After this story was originally published, it was later chosen to be included in the Were Twins Anthology.

    Scarred. Ugly. When I look in the mirror, I see a stranger. When I look over my shoulder, no one's there… Yet I feel watched. Hunted. Afraid.And then he tells me I’m beautiful. He tells me I’m safe.I believe him.Until someone tries to kill me. Secrets abound, danger is near, and still… my heart desires a boy with whiskey-colored eyes and far too many secrets.Secrets that could cost me my life. To stay alive I have to look deep, beneath the masks everyone wears, to find the truth. To find myself.

    But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness I could not control...After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now!I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a full grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can’t. I won’t. I shouldn’t!Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire, that only a mate can satisfy...I breathe: I exist; barely!I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with, is the only one in this pack, who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again, when I am with him...What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can’t go on, but I must!Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now, I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too! How do you tell yourself not to breathe?