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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

Special thanks to Serenity Jackson for the Golden Ticket :)

"W-what... you're awake?" Lyra whispered, her voice breaking with raw emotion, her eyes locked onto him as if afraid he might disappear.

"Fortunately, I am," Sevastian replied with a gentle smile. "And before you ask, I feel good, truly. No pain, nothing at all."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over her, taking in the subtle but undeniable changes in her appearance. Her skin was paler than before, her usual radiance dimmed. The dress she wore was plain, lacking the vibrancy she once carried with such effortless grace. There was no sparkle in her eyes, no cheerfulness in her expression.

A pang of guilt pierced his heart. He had done this to her. His absence, his condition, it had caused her this suffering. And as much as he wanted to rejoice in his own awakening, he hated that it had come at the cost of her happiness.

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