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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

(COMPLETED) What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. Please check out my other books. 1. MoonBound: The Gamma's Captive 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness (COMPLETED) 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

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Chapter 116 - Family Issues Reunion

The music in this ballroom was nothing but turtore to Lytio and the sight on the dance floor only added to his agony.

Somehow his gaze always found it way to two things.

First was Belladonna, as she glided smoothly on the dance floor, with the Dragon King holding her in his arms. The sight pinched his eyes, it felt like a thousand needles was being poked into his eyeballs continuously, the closer they got to each other. It seemed they were living in their own special place, their surroundings totally forgotten, along with the people in it.

For the misery the sight brought to him, his gaze would shift to the wine stand some distance away.

It would be foolish to get drunk for how lightweight he was, but for how much he was hurting, torn and weary, he didn't think there was anything more to fool if he wine was to make a fool of him.

Hadn't he already lost everything?

His electric eyed damsel.

There she was alive and well...

without him.