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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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How Is This Possible?

The dense forest was unnervingly quiet as the masked leader, moving with unnatural speed, lunged toward the guard in front of the carriage. With lethal precision, his hand drove through the guard's armor as if it were paper killing him instantly. The guard collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

That seemed to bolden the remaining dragons. One of them lunged at Azrael, its claws aimed for his throat. With effortless precision, Azrael sidestepped, his claws slicing through its chest in a single, fluid motion. The creature staggered, black ichor pouring from the wound, before it crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Another dragon came at Azrael from the left, wielding a jagged blade. Azrael blocked the strike with a swift movement, twisting his wrist to disarm the attacker before driving his claws deep into its heart.