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son.”
    “Thank you. I'm so happy to finally meet you, Salvatt. I have so much to say.”
    “Those things must wait, for now. My purpose today is to come to an agreement on the name for our son. I propose he be called Prince Shishone Nixtok Dorr. Do you object?”
    “I was thinking more like Tyler?”
    “Tyler? Is that a human name? I don't like it.”
    “Oh,” Celeste said, taken aback by his abrupt tone. “How about Shiloh for a first name? It sounds similar to...what was that again?”
    “Shishone. I can see the wisdom in you knowing your own baby's name. Prince Shiloh Nixtok Dorr. It is settled. I must go.”
    “Salvatt?” she started.
    “I must not linger. Each nanosecond brings my mating impulse closer to a head. There is still much for me to endure before you arrive, mate. I must leave you.”
    His hologram blipped out and her lips pressed together. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. She felt such a mix of emotions she couldn't settle on a single one. Her baby filled her with pride and joy, and a kind of love she'd never imagined possible. Meeting Salvatt added a whole other layer of feelings she wasn't ready for today. Her heart wouldn't slow down. But his abrupt departure brought up things she'd been hiding from herself all along.
    She was scared he wouldn't love her. She was scared they wouldn't be able to understand each other and wouldn't get along.
    The medics pushed her bed down the hallway and back to her suite where a nursery had already been prepared. They helped her into bed, and she and the baby snuggled together under the blankets while she fed him Draconian formula from a bottle.
    “It's just us for now, Shiloh,” she whispered. “But we're going to meet Daddy very soon.”

                                   
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    S alvatt pulled his laser sword from the body of his fallen foe. He stood in the battle ring and thrust his sword skyward. The battle for dominance over the fire kingdom had only intensified since he’d found his mate a year ago.
    He had proven to the realm and to the crowd cheering around him that he was still their prince. Salvatt holstered his sword and turned away from the crowd, walking through the lower doors.
    “Congratulations, Sir,” said Admiral Ikoro.
    “I have retained power over the realm once more.”
    Salvatt silently walked down the corridor door until he came out into the light of the outer courtyard of the fortress. There were droids and Draconians moving about the work of the castle.
    The obsidian fortress was a monument to the strength of his forefathers. It exemplified what it meant to be a dragon of fire. Fire came from the bowels of Galaton. It was the lifeblood of all things. Like the sun. The volcano around which the fire lands sat had created the vast obsidian fields that Salvatt’s ancestors had used to erect the fortress. Ten million years later, the city and the fortress were a mixture of the ancient and modern.
    He took the elevator up to his vast private chamber, striding past the luxurious furnishings toward the balcony that overlooked his kingdom. He gripped the obsidian railing and gazed out at the fire lands. The volcano rose in the distance; its smoke an ever-present reminder of its power.
    Salvatt has been prince of the south for a hundred years now. He had the responsibility his father had once had, and his father before him. When he’d sent for his bride, producing an heir had been his primary concern. But when he had learned his mate’s name and had seen her picture for the first time, his mating impulse had quickly kicked in.
    He had seen images of human women before. There was a vast entertainment industry around showing images of human women to Draconians males. But none of them had been his fated mate; none had affected him quite like her.
    As he looked out at his lands, his mate’s bright green eyes called out to him over the distance, and his inner dragon roared in acknowledgment. He’d