Novels by Authorofdragons

Salvador Silver Mendoza.I know what I saw when I walked in. She didn’t notice me at first—not the moment I entered my own damn closet and found her displayed like a present, waiting for me.The girl I forced into marriage is wearing my shirt—an oversized thing that swallows her small frame but does nothing to hide the heft of her ass as she bends over my watch counter. I always knew, from the way her hips moved that her ass was a handful. But now, I see it for myself—the swell of it, flawless, except for a birthmark the color of a ripe tomato.My eyes are sharp. I don’t miss the black lace thong peeking between her thighs as she shifts, the fabric disappears into the cleft of her body. But even without the details, the image is enough to make a man release.Then she notices me.The devastation on her face is almost amusing especially when I step closer.Catali stutters, hesitates, flounders for an explanation—one that won’t come because she knows, just as I do, that there isn’t a goo

Catalina Maria.I still can’t believe it.When Salvador mentioned liking the kiss, I almost thought I misheard him. That means the first time he kissed me on this bed, it wasn’t out of intimidation. It wasn’t to punish me. He wanted to. Is he attracted to me? I could be delusional, but I had to test it.Going to him, standing on my toes—is something I would never do. Not in any situation. I never make the first move, not even when I was dating Lucas. But in that moment, I knew this was my only way out. It was my only chance at testing if this monster of a man bears an attraction to me.It took everything in me to gather the confidence to walk up to him to his sharp, arrogant face. And when I barely brushed his lips for a second, he took charge. That’s when I got scared. That’s why I pulled away. The first time. The second. Even the third. But I can’t forget the way his hand rested on my lower back, the way his fingers pressed into my waist before trailing lower to my bum.I feel like

Salvador Mendoza.How do I tell her I want to kiss those pouty lips? That’s not even the question she asked. She wants my trust. My trust. After she tried to run or take some little college test—whichever story is the truth.I have no reason to give her anything but yet here she is, standing in my space with that beautiful face and my favorite food. Something about that combination has me sitting here, actually having a conversation with her, without threats or reminders of who holds the power. Me.She burns under my gaze when I don’t reply. I see it in the way her fingers twitch, like she needs something to hold onto, some kind of leverage against the weight of my silence.“Um—”“You want my trust.” I push off the table, folding my arms as I break the silence. She nods.“Then come here.”I know she’s afraid—of me, of my tattoos, of everything I’ve done. I’ve seen her eyes trace the ink on my skin too many times. Slowly, she steps forward. One. Two. She stops. I flick my fingers, beck

Catalina Maria.I didn’t wait for him to wake up this morning. The moment I could, I slipped out of his room like a shadow. After last night, there’s no denying it anymore—Salvador is every bit the monster people say he is, and maybe worse. I’ve made myself a silent promise: I won’t defy him again if I can help it.But at least... at least I got to write my test. Small victories, I guess.Still, guilt weighs heavy on me. Diego is the only one who’s treated me like a person in this house. Not a prisoner or a servant. I should’ve told him where I was going. I owe him an apology. I know he must be upset with me, maybe even disappointed.So here I am, scrubbing dishes, folding laundry until my arms are sore, cleaning the vases one by one, letting the hum of work drown out the memory of Salvador’s threat. The image of my family home burning… I can’t shake it. Anything, I’d do anything to not think about it.“There you are…” Rosa startles g me as I tend to flowers. “I’m sure everyone’s bee

Salvador Silver Mendoza.From the color in her eyes, I know exactly what I am—the nightmare she can’t afford to provoke, yet here she is, doing just that.I scan the room and take my time. The grey-bearded man must be her father. The sour-faced woman clinging to him must be his wife. Then there’s Lucas and his pathetic brother, hovering like flies over rotten fruit. Did they gather here to plot an escape? Perhaps with my diamond in tow?No one speaks. No one dares. Not when their throats has clenched shut against better will.“Salvador, I—” Catalina tries, but I turn my gaze on her, and the words wither on her tongue.“Go outside.” I say.“My daughter is not going with you! I’m calling the cops.” Her father steps up like a dog with no teeth.Bruno chuckles behind me, amused at the man’s bravery—or stupidity.“Your daughter is my wife…” I say, as if explaining the obvious to a child. His mind must be rusted over if he can’t remember.As I study him—and the trembling woman by his side—I

Catalina Maria. “Goodness, I have a physical test in twenty minutes!” I turn around to face Diego. “I’m going to miss it. It’s a biochemistry test, and I’m going to fail.” I drop the computer mouse from my hand in despair and before I know it, tears are stinging the corners of my eyes. “No, you’re not. Come on.” I look at Diego in confusion as he rummages through his desk. “What are you—” “I’m taking you to the university. University of Malcolm City, right?” My lips part in shock. “Yes… Are you sure? Your brother—won’t he—” “I don’t know what Salvador will do if he realizes I took you but we don’t have time to wonder. So, come on. Unless you’re ready to miss the test and say goodbye to it forever.” He is already moving toward the door, and for a second, I hesitate. But then, the weight of the test—of everything I’ve worked for sets in so I am pushed into motion. I jump up from my chair and rip off my apron. I chase after him through the Mendoza estate’s massive halls. The fa

Khal Drogo.“You want her?”“You want her, Drogo. Don’t pretend.” Ragar, my stupid wolf laughs—maniacally this time.I close my eyes and so, he decides to give me images of her. The first image he gives me is one where her legs wrap around my waist like a gift and her hips lift to meet every thrust.In the second, she is bent against the headboard of our great bed. My hand will own her waist and I will drive into her honeypot until she’s breathless.The third—my mouth is on her breast; her fingers are buried in my hair and her body is full with my seed.“Your Majesty?”“Your Majesty?”I blink and realize that I am in front of sixty-two ministers of the parliament and just like the number, this parliament is called the Sixty-Two Fangs.“Yes?” I exhale, resting my elbows on the wolf-bone arms of my throne.“We have reason to believe that our future queen is not willing to let go of her human culture yet.” Kaden, the Minister of Legacies, starts. Legacy meaning, it’s his job is to make s

ContdAkemi Ravenscar.When Kie returns, I still haven’t collected myself.My body feels off. I’m still warm between my legs, still moist—an embarrassing reminder of what just happened. When he leaned against me—I felt his porousness.He was hard, but unbelievably soft too. A contradiction.“Are you okay? Was the king—upset?”I hear her but I don’t answer.What did he just do to me?I’m humiliated, not just by my reaction but by the fact that he could walk away so easily. Detached. Unaffected.There are eight days.Eight days until the consummation.Eight days until my secret is revealed. Eight days are nothing. They’ll pass in a breath.And when he finds out… will he sell me himself? I never lied to him. I never said I was a virgin but my stupid brothers just assumed so. Therefore, how could I stand before a werewolf king and tell him otherwise?I saw his rage over something as simple as human fabric. If that’s his temper over clothes, what will he do when he learns the truth?"Queen

Akemi Ravenscar.I became afraid.The moment he mentioned sending me away—giving me back to my brothers—I realized just how easily they could sell me again. If they could sell me to a werewolf, what’s stopping them from selling me to someone worse? Someone crueler than Drogo?My eldest brother, Liam, isn’t present. They did this while he was gone. I can’t risk going back to them, not when I don’t even recognize them anymore. Not when I don’t know what kind of monsters they’d trade me to next. At least here, I know the fear of Drogo. I know what’s expected of me. And as terrifying as he is, he hasn’t given me a reason to believe he would truly hurt me.But what was I thinking when I said I would learn to be intimate with him?I turn over on the bed. This is my second night here. This is the same room where he slept last night. Why hasn’t he come in yet? Is he not coming?I can’t sleep. I am exhausted but my mind is a rabbit hole, spiralling deeper and deeper.I’m not a virgin.If I had

Khal Drogo.Did her omega wards fail to feed her? Do I need to punish someone for that? I roll my jaw but besides that, she’s fine with me having a harem?The silence that follows her words is telling. No one here actually believes she means them. Not Micah. Not Throgo. Not even me.She’s intimidated. Vastly. By me, by this kingdom, by everything she does not yet understand. If I were some human king, some docile counterpart of hers, would she still agree to it? I highly doubt it. But I have never been the kind of male to bend at the will of a woman—queen or not. Her opinion on the matter holds no weight."Really?" Throgo drags his tongue across his teeth.I know him. I know exactly why he’s bringing this up. He wants to test her. To gauge strength or lack thereof, in the human girl who now sits beside me. And now. he has his answer—she is soft, docile, breakable. His ridiculous little investigation should end here.I turn to him with a warn. Enough.He knows better than to push me. I

Akemi Ravenscar.I think Renna, Drogo’s mother is the only female here not dressed in the kind of robe that I’m wearing. Instead, she wears something far more modest and I think it has to do with her title. Though I am now dressed like them, the fabric feels unbelievably soft against my skin. And then there was Drogo’s reaction… the way he gasped when I turned.What…what did he see that made him react like that?Her hair is in the shade of warm brown hair, it matches her eyes. From a few minutes of speaking to her, she appears to be so free spirited, holding my hands as we tour the dining hall. It is large—large enough to be walked through like a garden. Oh, have I mentioned that there is a garden in it?I see parrots perched on branches and tiny bunnies dart between lush greenery. A crystal-clear fountain gushes softly in the centre, surrounded by trees with golden leaves. It is utterly, ethereally beautiful.Once again, I find myself caught off guard. How intelligent are wolves to c

Khal Drogo."What do you think you are wearing?"My eyes rake over her disgraceful excuse for a dress—fabric that reeks of humanity, nothing of the title she now holds. I take in the sight of her, waiting for her to offer an explanation, but all I see is her lips trembling like a leaf caught in the fucking wind."I said, what are you wearing!?"She flinches, recoiling at the edge of the courtyard stairs. Pathetic. I rarely raise my voice unless I am in my war room, unless I am commanding men on the battlefield. But at this level of depravity, I will yell."Your Majesty, please—it’s my fault." the omega ward behind her pleads. "I should have told her how strict the castle’s policies are.""Please, don’t punish her." Akemi’s voice is a whisper meant only to be taken by the bustling wind but I catch every word. "It’s my fault. I’m not used to your culture—I just wanted something familiar."Familiar. Her word rings in my head but I know humans—they take things they do not understand as be

Alpha King Ozar.As I pass through the courtyard, I sense the chill of the night. It clings to the castle walls like rain on leaves. My mind, though weighed with thoughts, is pierced by the sound of laughter—her laughter. Yeri's voice floats through the shadows like a melody, unrestrained and untouched by the bitterness between us. I pause and my eyes settles on her figure just beyond the archway.Oh, has her date with Theodric come to an end already?However, this is different.She is walking a small puppy. Her laughter is soft, with one hand resting on her stomach as though to steady herself from the joy spilling out. What could be joyful with everything that has been happened between us? I scoff and my chest tightens at the sight. That must be another gift from Theodric? Of course, it must be. He showers her with trinkets, and this puppy is no different.The puppy, a clumsy thing, tips the rope in her hand and dashes off on its own, its tiny paws clatters against the stone path. I

Alpha King Dimitrio.After announcing her arrival, the dowager strides into my study with a gown that rustles against the stone floor. I lift my eyes from the paperwork before me for I am slightly surprised by her presence. Ever since the wedding, she’s kept her distance, not even so much as a glance in my direction or the castle. And yet, here she is. There must be a reason. The dowager never does anything without reason."Since you haven’t dethroned her, I’m guessing you have your reasons. King Magnus has our people, and therefore, Yeri has to hold the seat for now they have the upper hand." she begins, calculating as she takes a seat across from me. She lowers herself gracefully to sit, back straight with hands folded in her lap.I find myself admiring, grudgingly, how well she understands the situation. "You know it all," I say."Is that all there is to it, Ozar?" Her eyes pierce through me, and I can already sense she’s digging deeper. "What did Collins tell you that made you b

Queen Yeri.King Ozar storms into my chambers with a force that makes my hands freeze mid-stitch. My maidservants immediately scatter, eyes wide with fear, sensing the fury that has just entered. Only Kiesta remains, standing still like a sentinel beside me.I glance at her briefly.“Leave us,” I say, despite the feel of my heart thudding against my ribcage.Kiesta hesitates for a moment, flickering between Ozar and me, but then nods and steps out, closing the door behind her.A scoff escapes his lips before he even speaks, his anger radiating off him like heat from a forge. I stop what I’m doing, setting the fabric aside, and slowly rise to my feet, but before I can steady myself, he strides forward and shoves me back down onto the couch. I gasp, my breath caught in my throat as I look up at him.Ozar towers over me like the man that he is and his shadow casts me in darkness.“Explain yourself…” he growls, thick with annoyance.I press my lips together, drawing a slow breath to calm

Queen Yeri.“Her attendants are processing her for a night with the king.” Camille says and I huff, looking at her with an emotion I cannot give a name yet. I accused Ozar of being jealous but right now, the expression of my emotions is more than jealousy.“He kept me in the castle because he is jealous of my relationship with Theodric. Yet, he wants to completely wither me by spending a night with Mehera.” I lament, pacing back and forth in Camille’s room. Camille, ever composed, is pouring herself a drink as if my world isn’t on the verge of crumbling.“Do you think he’ll do it?” I ask, betraying the fear that’s tightening around my chest.Camille barely glances at me and her lips curls into a wry smile. "Fuck his consort? Yeri, before you came, the king was swimming in a harem filled with women of all shapes and sizes. Of course, he’ll do it."I freeze, my hand flying to my forehead, my skin is hot to the touch. I’m sweating, and my heart is pounding so violently I fear it might b

Alpha king Ozar.“What do you want me to do?” Clipper asks.I don’t know what to say. I scratch my forehead in a worried manner.“I am worried.” I confess.“So, what? You want to find a way to stop her. If she cannot go today, she will go another day. Plus, Theodric is a married man. You shouldn’t have to worry about him.” Clipper ensues.“But have you seen Yeri? The council officers who are all married men were gawking at her the other day. She is mischievous and is capable of wielding her hand.” I say to Clipper but he may never understand. I know what prompted me to push Yeri to consort, then leave her as queen. Was it when she stroked my manhood at the time where she was a consort? Or was it how she sojourned me in the tents? Yeri just has to make a smoke, and the rest will result in fire.“Okay, I will leave now.”“No—let there be a spy that has been found in the capital. Send gammas to the capital to search for the spy and because of that, no royal is to step out.” I say.Clipp

Alpha King Orizon.I enter the dining hall for breakfast at the grand table. To my surprise, Camille is the only one around the table. So, my eyes have no choice but to instinctively find her. Her gaze lifts to meet mine as I approach. The memory of last night hangs between us like a thick, unspoken cloud.Yesterday, she came into my bedroom, half-dressed and bold in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Her request was clear, her intent was undeniable. She asked—no, she practically begged—for me to take her. I wasn't expecting it. The surprise, the sheer audacity of it all, left me momentarily speechless. I didn't know what to make of it.In truth, I am still grappling with it now. How did it come to this? Where once I was sure of myself, confident in my desires, I now find myself adrift. The ordeal ended with me escorting her out—a conversation that I have no desire to revisit. But the question gnaws at me, persistent and unyielding: What is wrong with me? I have shared my bed with women befo