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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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Until Midnight

After having a light dinner with Elysia, Azrael stayed by her side until she fell asleep before heading back to his study. Marcus had informed him earlier that the guards had discovered something of interest and were waiting for his return.

Azrael entered the study, greeted by Marcus and two guards who bowed their heads in respect. "What do you have for me?" he asked, leaning against his desk.

The room grew heavy with tension as the guards unpacked the confiscated items. Azrael's sharp eyes scanned the assortment documents, trinkets, and clothing, until they rested on a neatly folded set of letters tied with a ribbon..

Azrael's hand hovered over the bundle before untying the ribbon and pulling out the first letter. His brows furrowed as he read the elegant yet rushed handwriting. The letter was addressed to summon Dargan. Apologies filled the page.

Dear Lord Dargan,