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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

Azrael descended the stone staircase to the dungeons, his steps heavy with the clicking of his boots on the cobblestone. He moved deeper into the bowels of his palace, where torches flickered weakly against the eery darkness. At the end of the corridor, a cell came into view, the occupant slumped against the wall, chains rattling with every movement.

Dargan looked up as Azrael approached, his face bruised but his smirk intact. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Your Majesty?"

Azrael ignored the mockery in his tone, his black eye devoid of any emotions. "Your usefulness has reached its limit, Dargan. I want to know the 'master' that you serve."

Dargan chuckled bitterly. "Always straight to the point, aren't you? I do not think that is a wise thing to do, Your Majesty."

"Then let me make myself clear. You will either give me what I need, or your time in this world will end painfully."

Dargan, You Fool