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  Dragon Claimed

  A Powyrworld Urban Fantasy Romance

  Cecilia Lane

  Copyright © 2017 by Danae Ashe/Dreamkeeper Publishing

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  Contents

  Acknowledgments

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  Welcome to Powyrworld

  Glossary

  Sneak Peek

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Publisher’s Note

  Dragon Mob: Sneak Peek

  Dragon Star: Sneak Peek

  Scorch by Cecilia Lane

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  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

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  WELCOME TO POWYRWORLD, where dragons, wytches, and vampyrs battle for power and survival among humans, and their ancient, demigod ancestors watch from afar- willing to step in and restore balance should any one conflict threaten the survival of the planet…

  The Lost Dragon Princes: The identities of the 5 missing Princes’ of the Dragon Court are finally revealed…

  Dragon Star by Emma Alisyn & Anna Morgan. Vampyr rockstar prince meets- and mates- beautiful dragon general.

  Dragon Claimed by Cecilia Lane. Dragon Court spy meets her match- and her mate- in a Shadow Mob boss.

  Dragon Mob by Tiffany Allee A secret dragon prince of the Mob. The favored daughter of a rival Don. A mating that reveals a family secret….

  Dragon Blood by S.A. Ravel. A Thunderbird skinwalker seeks the help of a reclusive dragon wizard against the dark mage threatening their secret baby.

  Dragon Prince by Emma Alisyn coming soon

  Each title is a standalone connected with the book before and after, but the series does not need to be read in order of publication.

  POWYRWORLD GLOSSARY

  Khepreians: A race of demigod beings with the ability to wield a magical force called Powyr, and shift into any shape of their choosing, at any time. They are the ancestor species of all Powyrful non-humans. Stay to themselves and are rarely seen, however will interfere in current events if their children are about to cause a world war or something. Wytches tell their children to behave or the Khepreians will come get them...

  Dragons: Shapeshifters descended from the Khepreians. Birth live young, breathe fire and mate for life.

  Mesopotamians (Wytches & Wyrlocks): A race of powyr wielding ‘humans’ descended most directly from the Khepreians. They live in covens.

  Vampyrs (Dragon Star): Mesopotamian’s who have fallen victim to a blood disease caused by a curse gone wrong a millennia ago. Dying of anything other than natural causes activates the curse. Vampyrs are also able to infect, through bites, non Mesopotamians as long as they carry some kind of Khepreian gene. This is how many people who believed they are human find out that nope, someone supernatural dipped their tallywacker in the mortal pond...

  Patomas: Island home of the dragons. Currently magically encased so dragon cannot leave without permission, due to civil war.

  Cognate (Dragon Star): The name for a group of vampyrs bound by blood oath. Typically live in same neighborhood and are governed by a single sire.

  Shadow Mob (Dragon Claimed): The One-Drop Rule is considered even in the criminal underworld. Any connected individual found to have a drop of Powyr in their blood is funneled into the Shadow Mob. They are assigned a Don, tested by combat to identify their power level, and assigned a role in the organization.

  Shadow Yakuza (Dragon Claimed): As with the Shadow Mob, the Shadow Yakuza is made up of Yakuza with Powyr in their blood. While the Shadow Mob families are loosely affiliated with one another and act on the personal goals of individual family heads, the Yakuza are a single fist and act with the entire organization in mind.

  Powyr: The name of the magical force wield by all people of Khepreian descent, to various degrees.

  Heat: Sexual maturity for male dragons. Occurs by mid-twenties. They are sexually inactive until then. Vulnerable during the Heat, they tend to attach to a female if he sleeps with her during that time. Many choose to closet themselves away if they cannot find a willing female to sleep with who agrees to not take advantage of their mating instinct.

  The Heat can be suppressed or delayed by a spell or by being raised by non-dragons (pheromones trigger the Heat, so the lack thereof suppresses it.)

  Sire: A vampyr who has created offspring through a bite.

  Descent: The offspring, through a bite, of a vampyr.

  The Lost Dragon Princes: The moniker given to the five dragon hatchlings of the current mated Delphina & Pythian pair. Kidnapped, and current whereabouts not known.

  Delphina: The female co-rule of the dragons.

  Pythian: The male co-rule of the dragons.

  The Mad Queen: The current Delphina. Went mad decades ago when her five hatchlings disappeared from eerie cribs. Is powyrful, and not quite sane. Rules with her husband, the Pythian.

  Calla Andris (Dragon Star): First General of the Dragon Court.

  Mateo Guerin (Dragon Star): Celebrity rockstar, secret assassins and vampyr. Also a dragon.

  Annika Leeds (Heroine, Dragon Claimed. Secondary character, Dragon Star): A member of the dragon court

  Eoghan Gilchrist (Hero, Dragon Claimed): Shadow Mob boss, dragon

  Giancarlo Spadaro (Hero, Dragon Mob): Mob prince and dragon shifter. Don of his newly formed Shadow Mob family, with his mate, Domenica, as his Capo.

  Domenica Todaro (Heroine, Dragon Mob): Mob daughter who now serves as a Capo in the Shadow Mob with her mate, Giancarlo.

  Sneak Peek

  In all his forty years, no woman had made his body react in the way that he craved Annika. Even now, with the first scent of her in a year, he wanted to scoop her into his arms and make up for lost time. That other part of him, the one that she drew out before she disappeared, nearly vibrated with her closeness.

  Instead, he leaned against the door and kept the distance between them.

  “Where have ya been?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

  “Why am I here?”

  The faint tremble in her voice grabbed him by the balls. Fooking hell. She could still do a number on him.

  “I asked where have ya been.”

  Her lip quivered. He wanted to cross the space between them and wipe away the fear with his thumb. He never wanted to hear her heart pounding in her chest the way it did then. She was absolutely terrified of him and her situation.

  He stayed where he stood. He wanted answers. He deserved answers. She’d disappeared on him and then reappeared in his city. He would get an explanation.


  “Please. Just let me go. I won’t say anything about this to anyone.”

  “And where, exactly, do ya think yer going?”

  “Home. To DC.”

  Fooking hell. DC. Yakuza territory.

  Was she part of Mariko’s plans? Make him go soft on her and let her get close enough to shove the knife in his heart? What a cold bitch to kidnap his mate and use her against him.

  Unless she was working for Mariko all along.

  1

  Eoghan sat with his long legs stretched out and toyed with his sister’s locket. He snapped and unsnapped the clasp, flipping the portraits open and shut and not really seeing the faces inside. One was dead and the other as good as. It was all he had left of sweet Maura.

  He and his mates made sure the bastard knew he wouldn’t be a welcome sight in Edinburgh ever again. Served a few years for it but that was the life. Someone always needed to pay.

  Someone would pay for making him wait.

  He hated waiting. Waiting allowed the thoughts he didn’t want to acknowledge roll in. Thoughts like the ones of his sister but more often than not, thoughts of her.

  Eoghan snapped the locket open and closed with greater speed and intensity. Thinking about his missing mate set him on edge, even more than the waiting.

  It really was no wonder why his men flinched when he looked their way. They didn’t want to be the focus of his foul mood. He reveled in their apprehension even as he itched for a good fight.

  He squashed the memories of Annika before they could pull him into an even darker mood than the one that sat heavily on him at that moment.

  Open, close. Open, close. He turned back the sleeve of his leather jacket and checked the time. The wytch and his capo were late.

  It was supposed to be a simple smash and grab. Smash the shop, grab the wytch. She encroached on Gilchrist territory. She’d been warned what would happen if she continued to peddle her mischief without giving him tribute. He was to have one more talk and make it utterly fooking clear that she paid him or she left town.

  But the time had come and gone. Neither wytch nor man appeared.

  Blessedly finally, the door to the warehouse creaked open and two of his soldiers dragged in Johnny Boy. Eoghan could smell the death on him from across the space.

  He swept his eyes over the gathered men and women and they all flinched away from his look. They’d seen him fight his way to becoming Don of Baltimore. He’d ruled them through sheer will alone for a solid year. They knew death could come for them at any moment and they placed their trust in his decisions.

  Decisions that had gotten one of them killed.

  He snapped the locket closed one last time and stuffed it into his pocket as he rolled to his feet.

  “What’s the story?” he snapped.

  “He was dumped. Whoever did it knew exactly where we’d be.”

  That was hardly a surprise. Nearly everyone with a spark of the Wyrd inside them knew where to find his people. Running the city came with a fair bit of celebrity. He held court in an abandoned warehouse in the port. It gave him and his shifters ample space to change shape if needed and have a degree of discretion for any other business.

  Even with the space known to the criminal element, he posted soldiers to look out for any unwanted visitors. He was Don, not an idiot. Best to make any enterprising officer or rival boss work to take him down. Though, with the amount he slipped to the right people, there would be hell to pay if someone even sniffed in his direction.

  With the body left behind, it had to be someone like him. Someone was sending him a message. Eoghan rolled his shoulders. Hell would be paid when he found out who dared challenge his control on the city. He looked forward to the fight.

  Fury raged inside him and he clenched his fists in his pockets. He waited for the soldiers to lay Johnny Boy out for him to look over. The rest of his soldiers and capos crowded around behind him and his underboss stood only a few feet closer. There was an order to things, even at the height of their curiosity.

  Eoghan knelt down and rolled Johnny Boy to the side. The killing blow was on the back of his neck and his shirt was still wet with his blood. It was a clean death, he had to give the attacker that. Sharp cut to the back of his neck, like a knife slipping straight down the spine. Honorable.

  It set his teeth on edge.

  It happened in threes, didn’t it? Bad luck. It’d followed him around all his life.

  First, Maura. Terrible, that. Poor girl died of shame in some back alley. He was too busy to listen to her, too busy to warn her away from the slime who got her with child and left her at the altar. She bled out because he simply couldn’t be bothered to pull his head out of his arse and really see what was going on at home.

  Trying to right his sin of distraction brought on his second bout with Lady Luck. Maura’s bastard had too many connections to just slip away into obscurity. Soon as the doctors unwired his jaw, he started spewing names.

  Eoghan served time for that one. Learn to calm his jets, the sheriff said at the solemn. He’d learned, ay. He’d learned plenty in those two years. He knew to not leave behind a body, now.

  Then came his da. Bad heart. Losing his baby girl and seeing his adopted boy locked away didn’t help. The girls suffered the most for it. His da didn’t have much saved and money quickly ran out after funeral expenses.

  So when he got out, Eoghan went to work. Someone needed to care for the family. His ma and remaining sisters needed protecting and it was his duty to provide for them. He was the man of the house, after all, and they weren’t prepared to deal with the rough world.

  His da had connections to the Shadow Mob and the local Don was more than willing to lend a hand once Eoghan made his case. The man was loyal and had sisters of his own. He wouldn’t be the one to stop Eoghan making a little something to take care of the women, he’d said, even if they normally didn’t do much business with humans.

  From Edinburgh to Baltimore after Maura’s loss became too much to bear, Eoghan worked his way up the ranks. One rough challenge after another promoted him from mere associate to a crew to a full-fledged capo running his own men. It wasn’t often a human could rise to power when surrounded by shifters.

  But he wasn’t entirely human now, was he? Fooking Annika had seen to that.

  Then Annika strolled into his life.

  Tall, strong, and utterly fearless, he thought she was just another hanger-on when she took a job at one of his bars. But it soon became clear she wasn’t attached to any of his men. She slung drinks and fists with equal skill and ferocity.

  She lured something out of him, something he thought surprised them both. He certainly hadn’t expected it. Dragon. That’s what he was now. She’d brought the beast out and there was no caging it away again. Her sweet scent enticed him into his Heat and he made the mistake of binding Annika as his mate.

  Then she disappeared without a word.

  The loss of her festered inside him. He’d run from loss once, after Maura’s death. He wouldn’t do it again. He faced it head on with his teeth bared. His mate had given him the tools needed to consolidate his power. That she wasn’t there to see the results burned him to the core.

  Eoghan felt the bad luck circling in the air. It was foul and thick and tasted like ashes in his mouth. It made the others around him fidget. They didn’t like waiting for their brother or the wytch, either.

  He eyed the gathered crowd once more. He resisted rubbing away the stink of uncertainty and nerves that filled his nose.

  Maybe it wasn’t just the bad luck that made his men fidget.

  “There’s a note—” one of the soldiers started.

  “I can see the bloody fucking note,” Eoghan snarled without a trace of an accent. Perhaps he was a touch angrier than he thought. The man’s mouth snapped shut with a satisfying click.

  He rolled the body over and tore away the note pinned to Johnny Boy’s chest with a rip that sounded loud in the silent warehouse. He swept a glare around t
he space and all the curious eyes watching him lowered. Respect or fear, he didn’t rightly care at that moment.

  The unfolded note revealed looped handwriting and a short message.

  Your wytch has been acquired by my order. Your man didn’t go down easily but the fight was lost even before it began. We wish to discuss a readjustment of territory lines. Awaiting your reply.

  -Mariko

  Eoghan crumpled the note in his hand. Claws he hadn’t meant to unsheathe bit into his palms. The coppery scent of blood hit the air and the men behind him shifted uneasily.

  Fooking hell. Mariko. She ran the DC arm of the Shadow Yakuza. He should have known by the killing blow. Woman was fond of her katana.

  There had been skirmishes between his men and hers off and on all year. She was testing his borders and reactions, looking for weak spots to make her move. She hadn’t dared to make a kill, not until now.

  He’d give just about anything to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her. Territory readjustment? He wouldn’t give her a damn inch of what belonged to him.

  She was behind Annika’s disappearance. He just couldn’t prove it. He searched the entire fooking city and found no trace of his mate. It was too perfect to be anything but nefarious. Kidnapped or killed, Mariko’s stink was all over it. Her… acquisition of his wytch was all the excuse he needed to put the bitch down.