Alpha Dragon's Tiger (The Dragonfate Games #1)

by Hawke Oakley

But a dragon’s curiosity couldn’t be contained. We were like giant, scaly cats.

None of them stood out to me—except one. The tiger. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him in the flesh. There he was, standing fifteen feet away. Broad-shouldered, powerful, stoic. He looked bigger in person, and he had a presence that the others lacked, a magnetic force. Try

as I might, I couldn’t look away from him. And then he looked back. Ferocious amber eyes locked on mine. In the golden light of the sunset, they looked like orbs of fire, hot and burning. He didn’t blink. He stared—almost glared—like he had a bone to pick with me.

I fought off the urge to shift into my dragon form and thwack them away with my tail, but that was probably an OSHA violation.

Standing off to the side was a haughty figure I’d recognize in any form. With pure white fur that matched his human form’s hair, Alaric perched on the edge of the river as a domestic house cat. His perfectly groomed long

fur was about to get ruined in the water. No wonder he had such an attitude problem. His shifter form was tiny. I could’ve batted him around like a soccer ball with one paw.

Perhaps I should’ve paid more attention during the planning stage of the Dragonfate Games, because I surely would’ve spoken up about the utterly ridiculous “challenges” my brothers had thought up. Honestly, asking omegas to shift and swim across a river? Who came up with this nonsense? The worst part was that I was positive every challenge would be as idiotic as this one.

Love… Yes, I was certain about the feeling now. It couldn't be anything else.

“Because the thought of you leaving nearly made me shift and destroy this whole building,” he muttered.

forgot you’ve never been with a dragon,” he admitted with a grin. “Which is good. Because I would’ve torn him limb from limb.” “Thank you for mauling my hypothetical dragon ex.”

“Aww, look at you. Underneath that prickly exterior, you’re a big softie, aren’t you?”

I sniffled loudly. “I’m going to claw your face off.” Crimson beamed like I’d complimented him.