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  A Dragon’s Growl 7

  The Dragon, His Omega, and a Stalker

  After a brush with a crazed man who wanted to force a mating on Micah, Micah can’t help but feel unsafe. As an omega who can’t fight, he’s bound to get in the way when his true mate, an alpha dragon, needs to protect him and their unborn child.

  Stefan wants to protect his mate. The dragon who tried to force a mating on Micah is still out there, along with the vampires who want them all dead, and when Van returns just as the vampires attack, Stefan is left helpless as his mate is taken from him.

  Micah will have to rely on his own quick thinking to keep himself and his unborn child alive during the battle, though by the end of it, friends will be taken from the dragon clan, and Micah might not be able to handle the trauma this time around with his mind intact, even with the strength of Stefan at his side.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 26,913 words

  THE DRAGON, HIS OMEGA,

  AND A STALKER

  A Dragon’s Growl 7

  Marcy Jacks

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  THE DRAGON, HIS OMEGA, AND A STALKER

  Copyright © 2017 by Marcy Jacks

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-513-3

  First Publication: August 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Marcy Jacks lives and works in Ontario Canada with her loyal hound, and she loves writing about gorgeous guys in tricky situations.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Landmarks

  Cover

  THE DRAGON, HIS OMEGA,

  AND A STALKER

  A Dragon’s Growl 7

  MARCY JACKS

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “If I didn’t love you so damned much, I might smother you with a pillow.”

  Micah smiled, even as he said the threat. He was careful as he exited the large bed he shared with the snoring dragon shifter.

  Stefan worked hard, and he snored almost as loud as he worked. It didn’t used to bother Micah, but sometimes, lately, after he’d found out he was pregnant, it started to keep him awake at night.

  Either that or it was a combination of the snoring, the constant need to pee, and the food cravings.

  Micah went to the bathroom first and then tiptoed his way to the door.

  He was becoming an increasingly light sleeper, but Stefan could wake up at the drop of a pin.

  Must be part of his warrior side. Micah imagined a dragon warrior wouldn’t survive for long if they were easy to sneak up on and kill, and Stefan hadn’t always lived in this house with the security measures in place.

  After quietly tiptoeing his way down the hall, Micah decided he was far enough away to start walking a little quicker.

  He wasn’t all that hungry, but damn, he wanted a snack.

  The kitchen lights were still on, as were many of the lights in the downstairs hall. The foyer was lit up, and somewhere, Micah heard the murmur of the TV.

  A few of the warriors would still be awake to keep watch over the vast home.

  It used to belong to vampires, so Micah was still getting used to the way most of the house slept at night, how quiet it was.

  When he’d been a slave here, it had bustled in the night. It was the morning that had been silent.

  He was also not all that used to being able to take food whenever he wanted it. He supposed that was why he still snuck it from time to time. Force of habit and all that.

  The freezer was where he wanted to be.

  Someone recently had purchased a box of bean and cheese burritos, and they were delicious. Micah honestly couldn’t believe he’d gone his entire life without knowing that a delicacy like that could exist.

  Maybe they were just so good that Varrick never wanted his slaves to taste them.

  He grabbed three, each one a different kind because his craving skyrocketed when he spotted the egg, sausage, and cheese breakfast wrap and then the pizza rolls.

  He cut open the wrappers, grabbed some paper towels, plated them, and put them into the microwave, waiting impatiently for them to finish.

  While he waited for that, he poured himself a fruit smoothie from the fridge.

  Sorin, the only vampire left in the house, had mentioned these foods were not altogether healthy and, mindful that Micah wasn’t eating just for himself anymore, he figured the fruit drink would be good for him.

  Then he waited in front of the microwave.

  “Hey.”

  Micah jumped then sighed as he felt strong arms wrap around his middle and a powerful body snuggle up behind him.

  “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

  “No,” Stefan said, pressing his nose into Micah’s white hair. “Just turned over and you weren’t there. Is the little guy hungry, or are you hungry?”

  “Uh, I think the little guy,” Micah admitted. “I’m not even hungry at all.”

  “You’re not?” Micah looked back at the dragon, noted the way he stared with a lifted brow at the microwave, its contents, and then down a Micah.

  Micah elbowed him.

  “I can’t help it.”

  Stefan chuckled. “Don’t pout. I don’t blame you. They smell good though.”

  “Do you want one?”

  Stefan shook his head, releasing him. He went to the fridge. “Nah, but I might grab a snack with you. Stay up a bit if you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t mind,” Micah said quickly, shaking his head just as fast as a warmth rushed through his neck and face.

  He quickly looked away from the other man. Why was he so embarrassed all of a sudden?

  “But I know you spent all night up yesterday. I don’t want to make you tired.” Even now, Stefan appeared as if he was just slightly beyond the point of sleepwalking. It was a little strange to look at. Usually the alpha was always so alert, as though ready to rush into a fight.

  The idea that Varrick could be sending another attack their way clearly weighed heavily on the entire house.

  Varrick, Sorin’s father and the former vampire lord of this house…even thinking his name was enough to make Micah shiver, a chill racing through his body.

  He didn’t want to be back under the control of that man. He never wanted to be a slave to him ever again.

  Worse, now that he was pregnant, Micah couldn’t stop thinking about all the horrors that would befall his child if Varrick did succeed in getting his revenge on the dragons who’d attacked him and set his slaves free.

  He’d never known something could horrify him so much, and Varrick was already a pretty frightening guy.

  Stefan pulled a large bowl out of the fridge. There was a chicken salad in it. He began making himself a sandwich, though from time to time, his gaze would return to Micah, banishing the chill that came from thinking about Varrick and the revenge he wanted.

  “I don’t mind staying up with you. We could watch something on TV or a movie. As long as you don’t mind if I fall asleep next to you again.”

  It had happened more than once. The magnificent, handsome, protective dragon before Micah would stay up all day, and whether he was training with the other dragons or working around the house to make sure he couldn’t find any spies or enemies lurking, it usually meant he came to bed at night with Micah in an exhausted state.

  They hadn’t had sex in awhile because of it. Not since shortly after they’d found out Micah was pregnant.

  Micah didn’t blame him. He knew his mate was tired, and whenever Stefan fell asleep next to him, whether it was on the couch or sitting up in bed with a popcorn bowl between them, Micah just snuggled back against his mate, finished w
hatever they had been snacking on, and let Stefan rest.

  He kind of liked it, actually. Not only was Micah shorter, smaller, and weaker as the omega of their pairing but he didn’t have many skills that would be useful to the alpha.

  Cleaning up around the house and knowing some basic cooking didn’t count for much when there was a fight.

  But if there was one thing Micah could defend his mate from, being tired was one of them, so Micah let the man sleep.

  He smiled. Stefan smiled back at him.

  “What? What’s that smile for?”

  Micah shook his head. “Nothing.” He was just thinking about how he hoped this luck he had would last. They were still living in uncertain times, but he supposed that, in the long run, if Varrick did manage to take the house back, then at least Micah had known these few months of happiness and freedom. He was grateful for them, and he just wanted it to last a little longer.

  The microwave beeped, reminding him about his food.

  Without thinking, Micah quickly spun around and popped open the microwave door. He reached inside to turn the wraps, and squeezed the pizza one way too hard.

  It exploded hot red sauce on his hand. Micah yelped, jumping back.

  “Careful!” Stefan rushed around to him, grabbing Micah by the shoulders before he could fall, but Micah was too focused on the hot pain pulsing over his burning hand to notice.

  “Ow! Oh my God, ow!”

  Tears welled in his eyes. It was that painful.

  “Okay, sweetheart, come over here.” Stefan led him to the sink. Micah practically pounced on it when he realized what the intent was, reaching out with his good hand and turning on the cold water tap before Stefan could make it there.

  Stefan put Micah’s burning wrist under the cold water. The immediate contrast from hot to cold was intense but also wonderful. The burning pain in his hand finally diminished, allowing him to melt against the sink, his wolf ears and tail slumping.

  Stefan petted his ears, as though trying to perk them back up into a standing position. “Are you okay, now?”

  Micah nodded. “I think I put them in too long.”

  “They can cool off for a bit. Let me see your hand again.”

  Micah didn’t want to take his hand out of the water, thinking the pain would flare up again if the cold water wasn’t there to banish the heat.

  Didn’t happen, and he was fine when Stefan had a look.

  The dragon frowned, his platinum blond brows pulling together. “It looks a little red, but I think otherwise you’re fine.”

  “Do I need bandages?”

  Micah had no idea why, but he was being a fairly large crybaby at the moment. Even though it didn’t hurt anymore, just the fact that he’d been burned by his food was enough to make him want to burst into tears.

  It was a struggle to keep that from happening.

  Stefan smiled at him, lifting Micah’s hand to his mouth for a kiss. “No. I think you’re all right. It just might throb a bit after. If you need, I’ll put some cream on it, but I don’t think your skin will peel.”

  That was good, and just like that, in that instant, the need to cry and shout over what had happened suddenly vanished. As if it had never been there in the first place.

  And all Micah wanted to do was throw himself into the arms of his mate, the man who protected him from vampires, from other dragons who wanted to steal Micah away, and from hot food that was determined to burn him.

  “You think you can stay up long enough so we can…you know.”

  He could never quite bring himself to tell his mate when he wanted sex. Not unless he was in the absolute throes of pleasure and Stefan was being mean, demanding Micah say it out loud.

  Stefan smiled at him, his hand rubbing the back of Micah’s head. “I think I can get something of that nature done for you. Why? What did you want to do?”

  Micah growled. His mate knew exactly what Micah was asking for, and right now he was just being a tease.

  “I figured we could stay up for a bit. Just the two of us.”

  “And watch a movie?”

  “Maybe. If the mood was right.” Micah had only recently been introduced to online porn videos. At first he’d been scandalized, but then he understood the appeal. If he had to put one of those movies on to get Stefan’s attention and gather up some flashing neon lights to go with it, then so be it.

  Stefan laughed then leaned down and kissed him, his lips smiling even as they were pressing together.

  Then he pulled back, his eyes still a little tired, but at least now they were somewhat more alert.

  “Don’t worry. I knew exactly what you were getting at. I missed you, too.”

  The way Stefan stroked his hands down Micah’s shoulders had a decidedly different meaning than they’d had just a moment ago. Micah shivered, his flesh tightening all over his body as the warmth within him suddenly flowed south.

  Yes. Yes! This was exactly what he wanted, and he grinned up at the man he loved, pushing himself up onto his toes so he could get another kiss.

  Until he spotted the angry eyes staring at the pair of them through the kitchen window above the sink, and Micah shouted and flew back.

  He didn’t just shout. He screamed. He screamed because his body didn’t know what else he was supposed to do other than get away.

  “What? What is it? Any look of fatigue in Stefan’s eyes immediately fled as he spun around, glanced out the window, searching for whatever it was that had Micah backing away.

  Micah pointed at the window, and he struggled to get the words out when he wanted nothing more than to shout them out loud so Stefan could do what he clearly wanted to do and protect the home and clan. “He’s…he’s outside!”

  Stefan wasted no time. He ran to the sliding glass doors. They were reinforced and shatterproof, the kind that tinted during the daylight for Sorin’s sake as a vampire.

  But the windows in the kitchen were perfectly clear now, allowing Micah to see what he’d seen, and he still didn’t feel safe when Stefan ran out the doors, chasing after Van.

  Van, the dragon shifter who had been banished from the pack when he’d tried to make Micah mate with him against his will.

  God, what the hell was he doing out there?

  Chapter Two

  Stefan flew through the night. He let his scales form all over his arms, his hands, and the rest of his body through his clothes. Even his wings formed and spread from his back.

  Prepared at any moment to spread them and fly, chasing after whoever, or whatever, it was that had the balls to come so close to the house and watch him and his mate through the window.

  He didn’t smell a vampire. He didn’t smell another shifter. He stuck his tongue out very briefly so he could at least catch the lighter scents in the air, and that was when he found it.

  Another dragon. Van.

  Stefan growled, following the scent now that he had it. That piece of shit. What in the hell did he think he was doing here?

  Stefan might just kill him for coming back. He really might.

  He pumped his arms and legs harder and faster. He wanted the man’s head on a platter, and if he couldn’t have that, then he was sure as hell going to break his arms to remind him of why he wasn’t welcome at the house anymore.

  But he couldn’t find the man. The scent eventually took a more upward turn, as if he’d sprouted wings and flown away.

  The fucking coward. Yellow dragons were supposed to be light dragons. They had the stereotype of being good and generous dragons, and that son of a bitch had taken it a little too seriously when he’d thought forcing Micah to be his mate for the sake of his own good was the right way to go.

  “If you ever come back I’ll fucking kill you!” Stefan shouted at the sky, not satisfied even when his throat vibrated from the noise and the trees shook with the force of his words.

  He hated him. He hated Van so much that it made his guts ache.

  Too bad Lucian wasn’t out here. He had a bone to pick with Van, as well, and he might enjoy getting in on the action if Stefan ever caught the man.