King Ate POV I dialed Kaleb's number. It went straight to voice mail. I tried a second time and after the third ring he picked up the phone. "Hi, this is Kaleb. To whom am I speaking?" He sounds winded, perhaps he was busy working ut. "Hi, Kaleb. This is King Ate from dragon island. Do you a moment to talk." "I have nothing to say to you. You can call my king." I hear his voice fading. This means he is going to drop my call. "Wait, please. This is about Samantha." I can hear the begging in my voice. I do not even know why I am begging. "You have one minute after that I am putting down the phone." I fill him in on everything that we have found out these last few days. I also told him about Samantha that went missing once again. I left out the fact that I am her mate. He does not need to know that. "You do know that I am not her favorite person right now? I sent her away. She would not want me to be the one to save her." "There is no time for personal feelings. One of my own

Kaleb POV King Franco and I were placed in rooms across from each other. I am currently walking up and down in my room. I don't understand how this happened? How did I not know what Samantha was? Dragons give off unique sent. They always smelt like burning rubber. They do not smell it, but we do. The door opens and King Franco walks in. "Stop beating yourself up. Even I didn't realize she was a dragon." The king went to sit on the only chair in the room. "It is different my king. I spent every day with her for a year." I look at him in desperation. There is nothing that he can say that will make me feel better about myself. I could have helped her. "She was given a specific medicine. It took away her dragon and that means that there is no way anyone could have smelled her. The medicine took away her dragon before it manifested. Now, can we please get to the work at hand? We are no use to her if we keep reliving the past. She needs us here in the present. Did you get a chance to f

Samantha POV Looking back at what just happened, I can see that Jodie just wanted to see how I react. I gave her what she wanted. She wanted to break me and she did. First an emotional death and then a true death. I do not want to sound like a person to pity herself. I just want to know why me? I have lived a life afraid of dying. Now that I found something to live for it gets taken away from me. I need to start fighting back. This cannot be how I die. It just cannot. I need to make a plan on how to get away. I need to get something to open up the cuffs. I look around frantically. The only thing I can see is my fork. I can try, but I do not think it is going to work. I lay back on the mattress once again. I feel drained. I was woken by the door slamming against the wall. Jodie and her mother come into the room. Jodie has a smug look on her face while her mother just looks pissed. I must have drifted off somewhere during the night. my body ached more and more each day. I cannot w

King Ate POV Another week has passed. We have been constantly following Jodie and her parents. The only time they leave the house is when they go into town and that is never. I decided to go to their house. Jodie needs an answer on what I am going to do about the baby. I have decided on the first day that she told me what I am going to do. She will not be happy about my decision, but I will not be swayed any other way. The driver opens up the door. I get out and walk up to the front door of the Summers household. Kaleb is right behind me. I think it was the best decision to bring him with me. If there is any indication that Samantha is here he will find it. He has a nose for it. I knock on the door and Jodie opens the door. Her hair is messy and she has no make-up on. I can hardly believe it is the same person that I always so put together. "Ate, I was not expecting you." She rubs over her trousers trying to clean herself up a bit. "I know. You need an answer. May we come in?"

King Ate POV I have been waiting for the past two hours. I do not think that they are coming. “Don’t lose hope. Remember her father is on your side.” Kaleb is drinking up my alcohol. This has been his third glass of whiskey in the past half hour. I wonder when he is going home. We found Samantha; he has no reason to be here anymore. "Slow down. I need you sober when the Jacksons get here." There is a knock on the door. The person on the other side doesn’t even wait for me to answer. Missus Jackson opens up the door and looks at me. She walks in and went to sit down. The hate for me is in her body language. “The only reason I am here is that my husband convinced me it was a good idea to come and listen to you. Now speak.” Missus Jackson crosses her arms over her chest."Now talk. I need to get back to my daughter." I look shocked at Mister Jackson and he just motioned for me to start talking. “The day Samantha disappeared she found out I was her mate. She came here to confront me j