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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

The Last Handkerchief

As Rowan had promised, the young man refrained from saying anything to their father regarding Suri's condition. The preparations for the departure of the intercontinental expedition ship were well underway. The entourage of Thebis had also gathered to bid farewell to the Northendell's expedition group.

Aunt Aimee arrived a bit late. She sobbed in Uncle Lazarus' arms when it was time to say goodbye to Eleazer. Uncle Lazarus, on the other hand, appeared so proud of his son.

Suri turned to her father, who stood in front of Aunt Irene. They both were siblings. Rumors had it that they were separated for years, but eventually managed to get reunited. Her mother also said that the two of them had an awkward relationship, but she could see her father, who always appeared dignified and composed, revealing signs of worry.

"I'll be back," Aunt Irene said.