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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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He's Yours For The Night

Sevastian stood in the corner, his patience waning as he waited for Rohan to return from his discussion with their father. It had been a few minutes, yet there was no sign of him. Surrounded by faes, he felt their eyes on him—some curious, others brimming with disgust—but he paid them no mind.

Lyra had gone to fetch them a glass of juice, but she seemed to have vanished in the process. Sevastian couldn't decide whether he was annoyed or relieved. He wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone, much less strike up conversation. All he wanted was to retire to his chambers and leave the ballroom behind.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lyra moving through the crowd with two glasses in hand. "Forgive me," she began, her tone sharp with annoyance as she approached. "I was held up by a marriage prospect who thinks I care about his love for plants," she scoffed, shaking her head.