Dragon's Island

Dragon’s Island FATED IMMORTALS: BOOK TWO VERA RIVERS Dragon’s Island: Fated Immortals Book Two Text Copyright © 2023 by Vera Rivers All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. First printing, 2023 Publisher Vera Rivers [email protected] VeraRiversAuthor.com Cover art by: miblart Contents Vera Rivers Books 1. Dahlia 2. Dahlia 3. Oliver 4. Dahlia 5. Dahlia 6. Oliver 7. Dahlia 8. Oliver 9. Oliver 10. Dahlia 11. Oliver 12. Dahlia 13. Oliver 14. Bianca 15. Oliver 16. Oliver 17. Dahlia 18. Oliver 19. Dahlia 20. Dahlia 21. Oliver 22. Dahlia 23. Oliver 24. Dahlia 25. Oliver 26. Dahlia 27. Oliver 28. Dahlia 29. Oliver 30. Dahlia 31. Oliver 32. Dahlia 33. Oliver 34. Dahlia 35. Dahlia 36. Dahlia 37. Dahlia 38. Oliver Epilogue Vera Rivers Books & Moon Meditations Other Books You’ll Love Vera Rivers Books Receive a FREE romance ebook by visiting my website and signing up for my mailing list: VeraRiversAuthor.com By signing up for our mailing list, you’ll receive a FREE ebook. The newsletter will also provide information on upcoming books and special offers. Chapter 1 Dahlia Dammit. The single word pounced through my head as a rush of heat surged through my lower body, shifting my weight uncomfortably as I stood in line at the coffee shop. I knew what this meant, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. It was as though all the fates were lined up to conspire against me today, one after the other, and it didn’t bode well for what I had planned for the upcoming hours. I counted six people ahead of me in line, and although I’d been waiting for seven minutes already—according to my very dated phone—the line barely seemed to move at all. No wonder I’d been so cranky and miserable the last few days. My period had been late before, but stress had ensured that it was almost half a cycle off. Between the move to Montshire and the plane ride over, my body was all out of whack. Of course, now that I was aware of it, all the symptoms came crashing in around me in a torrent, fueling my already bad disposition. My back started to throb, a headache crept in. I desperately needed the caffeine fix I’d come in for, and I was running out of time before my job interview. I looked at my phone again, like I had expected the time to go backward somehow. It hadn’t. This was a prophetically terrible start to my day. I considered throwing the entire plan in the garbage and starting from scratch, but that wasn’t really an option, either. How could I even contemplate doing that when I was almost out of money and hanging on by a thread? I’d thrown too many days in the garbage already, which was why I was in the predicament I was in now. You could always swallow your pride and call your sister, Bianca, a little voice in my head whispered. She’d be happy to throw you a few bucks. “Shut up,” I muttered aloud. “Pardon me?” The man in front of me turned and eyed me with unveiled surprise. Hastily, I offered him a taut smile and shook my head. “I was singing,” I lied. “Don’t you know that song?” He didn’t look convinced but shifted his attention back toward the front, where we shuffled forward one place. I swear, it was the first time we’d moved in at least four minutes. I wanted to scream at someone to open another register, but it wasn’t the barista’s fault that they were understaffed—or that I was in such a mood. Anyway, I enjoyed coming to this coffee shop. It had been my favorite place since I’d arrived in Montshire, and I wasn’t about to ruin it because my nerves were on edge because of hormones and this impending interview for a job I wasn’t even sure I wanted. If only the line would move faster, so I could use the bathroom and be on my way already. The soft chime of the front door wouldn’t have caught my notice except for the fact that half the line turned and inhaled in unison, like royalty had just entered the establishment. I couldn’t help doing the same as a stunningly handsome man entered, but that was where my interest ended. Romance was the last thing on my mind when I had much bigger problems. Rent, for example. Food, another. I really hadn’t thought this move across the country through, not properly. It had seemed like such a good idea on paper when I was living cozily in Atlas’ mansion in Covale City, protected under his wing with my twin sister. It had been time to branch out on my own, find out who I was while Bianca and Atlas started their lives together. In my mind’s eye, it had seemed so much clearer. But the reality had been a slap in the face. The little bit of cash that I had begrudgingly taken from Atlas to set myself up was depleted, and I had to find a job before the month was over or face eviction. The thought of informing Bianca of my failure after everything she’d done for us, literally saving our lives a few times, made my stomach churn. Sure, she’d be happy to do it without throwing it in my face, but the failure was something I would never live down. I had to figure this out for myself. My eyes fixated back on the muscular, blond man who swaggered into the café, my curiosity piqued.