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The Dragon's Cursed Mate

"How can I get rid these feelings? I hate this. I hate that I can't resist you. I hate the fact that I'm obsessed with you. You burn me with the irresistible desire. And now I want you tonight. Under me, moaning my name so I know that you are completely mine." SYNOPSIS: What would you do if your fated mate hates you just because you are human? Edna never knew her family. She was raised by the people who took advantage of her all her life. When she escaped, she stumbled upon the dragon lord who hated humans to the core. Maximilian hated her because she was human, and he hated her more because he couldn't resist her allure... because she was his mate. Her scent made him go crazy. He wanted to ravish her every night. He wanted her to scream his name whenever he pound her senseless. However, he hated the fact that she was human, a cursed one at that. So, he treated her so badly. Edna tried to stay away so she wouldn't get hurt, and Maximilian tried to close his heart from softening up to this lowly human, but no matter how much they tried, their bond kept bringing them back together. Would Edna finally leave him or would Max change and accept their mate bond?

Gigi_Saga · Fantasia
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289 Chs

A Mother Love

Suri winced in pain as Sartaq unexpectedly grabbed her hair and tugged it very tightly.

"Ah, Sartaq… My hair… Can you let it go? It hurts…"

Maxieno stood up and moved behind Suri, gently releasing Sartaq's tight grip from her hair. The girl was wearing a gold accessory that had been tugged along with Sartaq's pull.

"Why did you let your hair down? You usually tie it neatly," Maxieno commented.

"Someone didn't listen to my request to leave no traces, and I found two on my nape," Suri replied while wincing in pain as Sartaq still refused to let go.

Maxieno chuckled. The man opened Sartaq's fingers which were tightly gripping Suri's hair. When the grip was finally released, he smoothed her hair which was adorned with gold accessories. Maxieno enjoyed the sensation of touching Suri's smooth hair, its aroma wafting intoxicatingly, arousing his primal instinct.