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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 heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a grand hall filled with noble men and women, their eyes turning toward the entrance in anticipation. At the end of the aisle, Azrael stood tall, dressed in an exquisite royal blue robe adorned with intricate gold embroidery, a gleaming golden crown resting perfectly atop his head. The sight of him stole Elysia's breath away.

Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, her hands trembling as she clutched the bouquet of white roses. The fragrance of the fresh blooms mixed with the lingering scent of burning candles and floral incense, wrapped around her like a delicate embrace.

As she took her first step forward, the gathered guests rose to their feet, watching in awe as she glided down the aisle with slow, measured steps. The long train of her gown trailed behind her, its delicate embroidery catching the light with every movement.

Wedding Bells II