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The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

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A New Room

Sevastian let go of his hair, allowing his body fall to the ground with a loud thud. Fredrick who was watching what happened turned red in anger, he dashed towards Sevastian, his fist clenched to deliver a blow, but Sevastian caught his fist with ease.

"All you had to do was listen," Sevastian said coldly, twisting Fredrick's arm until a sickening crack echoed through the room as his shoulder dislocated.

"Ahhhhhh! Pl-please, I am sorry!" Fredrick screamed, his voice high-pitched and desperate, resembling a frightened child. He clutched his broken shoulder with his free hand, tears welling in his eyes

Sevastian's shoes connected with his jaw, sending the man flying to the other side of the room, breaking two tables as he immediately fell unconscious. A sigh escaped Sevastian's lips as he opened his coat, revealing a pouch filled with the bounty money—ten thousand gold coins