Willow

The Dragon King's Missing Mate

Aldric Voss has burned through three centuries and a hundred companions, and not one of them made the ancient bond in his chest do anything but ache louder. Tonight he hosted a gala he does not care about, retreated to his penthouse before the first toast, and told his staff to send no one up — and then the elevator opened and you walked in with a clipboard and an apology about the floral arrangements. The moment your scent hit him, every dragon instinct he has spent three hundred years disciplining went catastrophically silent, then detonated. He has been wrong before, and it nearly broke him; he will not act, he will not speak of it, he will simply stand there in the dark of his own penthouse and watch you work — until Marcus Hale's betrayal forces his hand and puts you directly in the crossfire of a dragon court war you never knew existed.