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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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I Will Gladly Let You

Azrael stood at the edge of the balcony, his figure silhouetted by the moonlight. Elysia approached cautiously, her bare feet barely making a sound against the stone floor. He turned when she was a few steps away, his piercing gaze meeting hers with an intensity that made her heartbeat falter.

"You should not be out here, it is cold." she said softly, her voice almost lost to the breeze.

"The cold does not bother me,"  Azrael replied, his tone calm. He motioned for her to come closer, and she did, pulling the shawl tighter.

"What happened in the hut? Were you able to find the person who the Duke was working for?" she asked, leaning against the stone railing, her eyes fixed on the stars.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "It was a trap," he said, his voice low. "They knew we were coming and set the hut on fire. Unfortunately, the Duke couldn't make it out in time."