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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 Way Forward

Sevastian entered the dining hall, his dark hair still damp from his quick wash, and sat across from Rohan, who was mid-bite into a croissant, his cheerful demeanor a contrast to Sevastian's groggy state.

"Finally!" Rohan exclaimed, food muffling his words. "I thought you'd sleep through the whole meal."

Sevastian rolled his eyes, grabbing a steaming cup of coffee. "Unfortunately, I didn't. The King decided my room needed his overly enthusiastic wake-up call."

The King, seated at the head of the table, gave a soft chuckle. "You are welcome, of course. It is necessary that someone keeps you from becoming nocturnal."

The three men continued their breakfast in silence, and after a moment, Rohan put down his glass of juice and leaned forward, his tone turning serious.

"Your Majesty," Rohan began, "what have we missed during our absence?"