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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

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. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 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 203 - A Hint On The Enemy

Something flashed in his eyes, and he moved closer, his hands cupping her face, his thumb trailing the base of her bottom lip. After a moment of deep thought, his lips met hers in a hungry kiss, one she willingly submitted herself to.

As he took her lips, her hands wandered down to his pants, grabbing his hardened length through the fabric and giving it a little squeeze.

He moaned into their kiss, a groan resonating from his chest, and she took that as an encouragement to do it again.

He pulled away this time, burying his face into the crook of her neck, pressing his next moan into her skin, the sound muffled to her ears.

Her toes curled at the pleasure that brought her and once again she hated the fact that it had to be tonight.

"When does it end?"

She didn't need to think too much. She knew what he was talking about.

"Tonight or tomorrow morning."

He drew in a long breath and pulled away from her completely this time. She blinked in confusion.

What was he doing?