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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 70 - The Abduction

Her heart raced.

She was overly aware of his touch, even though his gloves served as a constant obstacle.

“Maybe because most of the brides left behind in my head are those ones that want you dead.”

Something dark glinted in his eyes.

“Do you want me dead, Donna?”

The heavyweight she used to feel in her chest was still there, although it no longer felt as heavy as it used to.

Her rage towards him was no longer as blinded as it used to be.

Somewhere along the lines, something has changed.

“No.”

There was a spark in his eyes.

“I don't want you dead, Eli.”

His voice sank into a low chuckle. He leaned forward and his sandalwood scent flooded her senses. He was too close and his presence reminded her of how “even closer” he used to be.

Her eyelids fluttered and his scales held her gaze.

“Happy birthday. I really thought we would spend the day differently. You have no idea how many plans I have made for this in the past.”