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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

The sun had barely risen, its light casting shadows over Valeria's walls. The air was sharp and still, heavy with anticipation, as if the kingdom itself held its breath for the coming storm. Within the royal armory, Azrael stood in the center of the room, his expression carved from stone. Around him, squires moved quickly, each one assisting in readying their king for battle.

Azrael's golden armor, gleaming and regal, stood to one side, a beacon of authority. Each piece had been crafted with unparalleled skill, designed only to protect. Its intricate engravings depicted the triumphs of past wars. Azrael intended to add another chapter to that legacy today.

"Bring the pauldrons," Azrael commanded, his voice calm yet carrying authority. The squires complied, lifting the ornate shoulder plates into place. Azrael remained still as they secured the armor, his eyes staring ahead, lost in thought.

Calm Before The Storm