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In the Ice Kingdom the strong rule, and the weak end up in slave cages.

At the top are the Elites. The cruelest and most powerful of all dragons.

Then, if you scroll all the way down to the bottom and a little more after that, you find me and my friends. The Wing-Clipped. We’re who the cages and illegal markets were made for. The product.

Unable to shift, and without a fated mate, we’re nothing more than a footnote for the Elites. All we have to look forward to is a slave collar and an early death.

Until the man with green eyes who smells like forever somehow awakens my dormant dragon. It should be impossible. It is impossible.

Because Clippys don’t have fated mates. Ever. Everyone knows that.

Everyone, it seems, except my dragon. She’s staking this one out as hers, and she isn’t afraid to throw me at the bars of my cage in a lustful fit to show it.

There are so many things wrong with that I don’t know where to start. And the list only grows when I discover who she’s claiming as our mate.

It’s the Ice Tyrant.

The strongest, most ruthless dragon in all Hollow Earth, and she’s decided he’s all ours.

But even if I had a dragon to shift into, and even if I had a mate to call my own, it wouldn’t be him. It would never be him.

And he must agree, because all I can do is stare at his absolutely-definitely-not-perfect posterior as he walks away, leaving me to rot in my cage…