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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.

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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.

The Dragon King's Pet

His brows joined together in confusion as he stretched his arm to hold hers but before he could, she was already far away from him, her back facing him as she hummed lightly. "What do you mean by that?" Sevastian asked her.

"By what Sir?" Delilah turned to look at him.

"By the words you just uttered to me. I want to know what you meant." He replied.

Delilah frowned as she looked like she was confused. "I do not know what you are speaking of Sir Sevastian." She offered him a small smile.

"Do not push your luck Sevastian." Her voice changed from warm to cold.

The complete change in this woman's demeanor made him want to scream at her but he held himself as it would definitely anger the witch and no one wanted to see how an angry witch reacted including him. "Can I get the antidote now? You have had your dance."

A Cunning Witch