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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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This Is Who You Are

When Azrael and Sevastian returned to the mansion, the night had already settled in. The King made his way to his chamber, finding Elysia peacefully asleep. After quickly freshening up, he slipped into bed beside her. The moment his hand brushed her, she stirred, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to his familiar form.

"You are back?" she murmured softly.

"Yes, love, I am," he replied, pulling her close so her head rested on his chest. His hand traced soothing patterns on her arm. "How was your day?" he asked gently.

"Incredibly boring. The bailiff has no romance novels, and I was forced to read about wars," Elysia whined, her lips pouting in frustration. Her complaint made Azrael chuckle, the deep sound reverberating through his chest.

"That does sound tragic. Forgive me for leaving you to such misery," he teased, stroking her arm.