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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 31 - A Shade Of Chameleon?

His hand moved lower, hovering over her face with a distant twinkle in his mismatched eyes, before he pulled away and laughed.

“This would be so much fun if Eli was here. I would still want to kill him but it would be fun. I’m angry that he died too early for me to make him wash my feet. What I would give to see the look in his eyes when I force him to wash my jars of hearts and rearrange them.” He frowned. “How dare Death steal my servant from me?

“Your servant?” She chuckled.

“Don't worry, we’ll get him back. So many years of servitude awaits him once I become King. He is being delusional if he thinks he can die and escape it. I shall have my revenge.”

Well, Alaris was starting to sound more like himself.

At least, one of them was living with this.

The pain felt too deep, a hole in her heart and one in her womb.

It would forever remain empty.