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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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Stolen Clothes.

Elysia's pulse quickened as she darted between narrow alleys, her footsteps muffled by the damp cobblestone streets. Even though she could not see the guard, she could still feel the guard's presence not far behind her, and she could also hear his voice calling for to stop, so that they could talk. Elysia turned a deaf ear to his words as she continued to quicken her steps. Her breaths came in sharp, quiet gasps, every muscle in her body alert as she looked over her shoulder.

When she got to a busier part of the market, she slowed her pace, forcing herself to look as casual as possible. She blended into the crowd, walking swiftly toward the market stalls, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"My Lady! Lady Elysia! Please, stop running away from me."The guard shouted as his heavy boots echoed against the ground somewhere behind her, and she dared not look back. Her hands trembled as she clutched her small bag close.