Billionaire Dragons' Fated: BBW Paranormal Dragon Shifter Menage Romance by Anya Nowlan Page A

them.
    “The reason why you’re getting so much attention from the town, and the servants, is because you’re our mate. Our bride. And we’re going to get married in about a week, during the gold moon,” Alexander said like it was the most natural thing.
    Jade just about choked on her bourbon, some of the heated liquid going down the wrong pipe and making her cough and sputter. When she regained her ability to talk, she stared at both of the men with wild eyes, trying to make out whether or not they were trying some odd rendition of a joke.
    “WHAT!?” she screeched, loud enough to get a bunch of looks from the people around them. “Sorry,” she said, motioning to everybody, before turning back to the Goldplains, leaning across the table and glaring at both of them. “What!? Marriage!? Gold moon? Bride!? What the hell are you on about?”
    “It’s like this,” Apollo started, leaning towards her as well.
    That devilish smirk on his face made her want to scream. This was no time to be cute or sexy or breathtakingly hot or… Dammit.
    Focus.
    “We’ve been thinking about it a little. The Blackscales and the Goldplains… well, there’s some history there. They’re not going to let up on you. It’s one thing that you saw them shift, giving them more than enough reason to treat you as a problem that needs to disappear. It’s a whole other, greater issue that you’re with us now. It’s a long story, but trust me when I say, the Blackscales are not going to ease up until you’re gone or until they can’t get at you,” Apollo said.
    Jade’s stomach fell through the floor. All that happy warmth she’d been feeling around Apollo and Alexander suddenly disappearing like dust in the wind. A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt tears threatening to well up in her eyes. She quickly forced them down. This was no time to panic. She’d got herself in a mess, and apparently, no matter what she did, it just kept getting worse.
    Alexander reached his hand out across the table and took her palm in his. His heat radiated through her, and the shudder slowly subsided. Jade let out a breath and nodded.
    “Okay. What does it mean?”
    “It means, we need to make you ours. As long as you’re merely our bassist, the Blackscales have free reign to fuck around with us and try to get at you. But when you’re our mate, officially our bride and wedded to us under the gold moon, anything they do against you would be an act of war towards the whole family. And trust me, they don’t want that.”
    Alexander’s explanation rung in her ears, mixing with her haphazard heartbeat. She didn’t know what to say, and that cotton mouthed feeling she’d got during the audition was back in full force again, making her feel painfully awkward. For the umpteenth time, she cursed herself for ever having tried out for Death Wing.
    She could have been in a little garage band somewhere, playing for fun, maybe getting a job as a veterinarian’s assistant or something. With a husband, a house, three kids – the whole nine yards. And here she was, sitting in a booth in a magical town with two full-grown dragons who wanted to make her their bride. And she couldn’t feel guiltier if she tried.
    The fact that they were telling her that she would be marrying both of them, at the same time , didn’t quite make it to her senses. That would be a blow for later – one that would bring plenty of flushed questions.
    “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, causing Apollo to lay his hand over hers and Alexander’s.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Jade.”
    “I’m ruining your lives just because I thought… I… I don’t know what I was thinking. I should never have involved you in any of this,” she said, her heart breaking right inside her chest.
    Like a bullet from a gun, Alexander had slid to the other side of the booth and was sitting right next to Jade now. His arm went protectively around her, pulling her against him and letting her