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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 Things Ended

Sevastian noticed the subtle change in Lyra's expression, but he couldn't quite place what caused it. His gaze fell on the slender curve of her neck as it moved, unable to tear his attention away. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, his voice quiet, unsure.

"Nothing, Sevastian. Absolutely nothing," Lyra replied, her tone flat, though her frown deepened. She began to turn away, clearly ready to leave, but before she could take another step, a hand suddenly gripped her arm, freezing her in place. The unexpected action caught both of them off guard.

Immediately, Sevastian recoiled, his fingers quickly slipping into his trouser pockets as if to avoid doing anything else foolish. "Forgive me," he muttered, his voice tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have done that."