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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. The Alphas' Chaos, The King's Forbidden 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 126 - One Cranky Beast

The heavy gates of the underground dungeon swung open, the voice of a man as he yelled for his life echoed in the silence, the sound of boots against thundering against the ground accompaning it.

"Your Majesty! Please, don't do this. I will change. I will no longer have my revenge! I am wrong, I accept!" His plea fell on deaf ears, as he cried more and more yet got dragged into the dark place that promised him nothing but more misery than he could ever fathom.

This place of doom smelt of roasted flesh, and the air felt still with lifelessness. If death had a certain aura, a certain presence, it would be this one.

"I shouldn't have killed my own bastard! He is like a son to me. How dare I take his life for something he had no control over. Let me serve you your Majesty, or let me rot in your dungeon. Anything but this." The dragging continued and he tried harder this time. "I will no longer kill my daughter. It doesn't matter how her father is!"