Divorce from the Dragon General

“Pack your things,” the dragon says as he gets up from the bed and pulls his pants up with a lace. “Are we going somewhere?” I shyly pull the blanket up to my chin. “My husband came back after a long war. We haven’t seen each other for three years, and then—”

“No, not we,” he turns toward me, and a chill runs through my skin from his azure eyes. “My woman is pregnant. I have to take care of her, and of the fact that our dragon-son is born in a legitimate marriage. Giraldina with her daughter will arrive in a few days. By then, you shouldn’t be here.”