{"id":262389,"date":"2026-07-13T19:00:14","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T16:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/her-irish-dragons-theodora-taylor\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T19:00:14","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T16:00:14","slug":"her-irish-dragons-theodora-taylor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/her-irish-dragons-theodora-taylor\/","title":{"rendered":"Her Irish Dragons – Theodora Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cBut be aware you will perhaps not\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cI know, I know. I probably won\u2019t like the answer.\u201d I waved his caveat away, even as my stomach rolled with nerves. \u201cI was just wondering, um\u2026\u201d I wrung my hands in my lap. \u201cDo you think I\u2019m your fated mate?\u201d He stilled. And did that long, long processing thing. \u201cWe know you are.\u201d He winced. As if I\u2019d touched a bruise. \u201cThe fertility portal has specifically designated you to be here with us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know what surprised me more. The conviction in his voice. Or the fact that it matched my gut feeling. I\u2019d spent two weeks telling myself that being fated to a dragon might only be a possibility. Like, maybe there was some nearby wolf I was supposed to match with. But deep inside, I\u2019d known\u2026<\/p>\n

known it was him. However, that knowing did not make my transition into Mata Dorie mode any less awkward. \u201cThe thing is\u2026\u201d I composed my face into a pleasant, conversational smile. \u201cI\u2019ve been here a few weeks, and I understand why I haven\u2019t gone into heat since I\u2019m on the heat control shot, thanks to modern medicine, but\u2026\u201d Aengus did not pick up the lead I was laying down, only stared back at me expectantly, his emerald eyes burning. Which forced me to spit it out.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m wondering why you haven\u2019t made a move.\u201d \u201cMade a move?\u201d He cocked his head, repeating the words slowly. \u201cWe do not know this phrasing.\u201d Heat crawled up my neck in a way I knew was probably turning my entire pale-brown face red. \u201cUm, it means shoot your shot\u2014wait, that\u2019s slang, too. I guess the best definition would be, to try to initiate intimacy. Why haven\u2019t you done that\u2026<\/p>\n

with me?\u201d \u201cInitiate intimacy,\u201d he repeated slowly, lowering his eyes like this was a foreign concept. But then he raised them again, trapping me in his emerald stare. \u201cIs this about the copious amount of arousal you have been emitting in our presence?\u201d The pleasant, conversational smile remained on my lips. But only because my face was in a rictus as my brain detonated and my entire nervous system announced it was filing for divorce before imploding. \u201cI haven\u2019t\u2026<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t\u2026 That\u2019s not what\u2026 I don\u2019t know what you think you smelled but\u2026.\u201d I hadn\u2019t known the knot that kept tightening inside me was releasing a scent, but all attempts at denying it died upon arrival under the weight of the knowledge that he could see every stress response going off inside of me. Not anger at being falsely accused, but the elevated heart rate, blood rushing to face, abject horror of being called out.<\/p>\n

Aengus just sat there with the patience of someone who was way, way better at waiting out a reluctant interviewee than me.<\/p>\n

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11. Is This Really My Fated Mate? 12. We Know You Are 13. There Was A kiss? 14. Her Irish Dragon+s 15. Behind the Door 16. The Wolf Queen of the Gods 17. Dorie 1000 18. Once Upon a Pause 19. Dorie 999 20. Moons 21. Heat 22. Every Lifetime 23. The Solution 24. Last Lifetime Special Thanks to My Ruthless Patreons! Also by Theodora Taylor About the Author OceanofPDF.com Prologue PROLOGUE \u201cYou must go to Ireland,\u201d Magnus, the King of the Scottish Wolves said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt can only be you,\u201d my Aunt Tara, the Queen of the Scottish Wolves declared. \u201cAnd this is our only chance for peace between our kingdoms.\u201d \u201cN\u00ec thu seo airson do r\u00ecgh agus do bhanrigh,\u201d King Magnus insisted. I had to fumble with my extremely rusty Scottish Gaelic for the translation: You will do this for your king and queen. Then Aunt Tara added in her flat, completely unlilted Canadian English: \u201cDorie, you will do this for your kingdom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Less than two weeks later, Sadie, the warm and friendly Queen of the Irish Bears, greeted the private plane they\u2019d sent for me herself. \u201cWelcome to our kingdom! Oh my, you\u2019re all grown up! Are you okay with hugs?\u201d Eight days after that hug, I was pushed backward into an ice-cold lake, plunged to my certain death.<\/p>\n

Only then did I realize\u2026 Not one person\u2026 Not the King of the Scottish Wolves\u2026 Not the Queen of the Scottish Wolves\u2026 Not Sadie or any of the other royals I\u2019d met in the Irish Bear\u2019s secret kingdom\u2026 Not one of them had truly answered my original question. As I sank into the lake\u2019s dark depths, weighed down by a duffel bag that might as well have been a pair of concrete shoes, I asked that question again, the words bubbling in the water\u2026.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com Why Me? \u201cAch, c\u2019mon, you useless fleep. Raise yourself out of that depression bed.\u201d My gigantic baby brother Albie crashed into my childhood bedroom with violence on his mind. He raised shades and threw open windows, introducing light and air to a space that hadn\u2019t known either for weeks. \u201cAngghh!! What the hell, Albie?\u201d<\/p>\n

I threw an arm over my eyes and was nearly knocked out by my own smell. Nonetheless, I managed to choke out, \u201cMaem said to leave me alone.\u201d At least she\u2019d told Granni Claudine that.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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