Chapter 2

Zemora’s POV 

We arrived at the Dragon King's palace in Asheville. As I walked through the concrete pathway, everyone glared at me, their faces revealing disgust.

I was led to the chambers of the dragon king. The hallway was engulfed in darkness, and I could barely see a thing. 

The atmosphere was filled with hostility and malice. I could feel heavy stares on me as I strode the shadowed corridor. Each step I took sent a chill down my spine, reminding me of the doom ahead.

After a while, they stopped in front of a gigantic door that I managed to see because one of them was generous enough to cast fire into the wall lamps.

“Go in, the king awaits you," the female Dragonite in charge muttered, taking a few steps behind. 

I took a step forward, determined to take my revenge for everything that the dragon king made my kingdom suffer.

The large doors cracked open and I walked into another pit of darkness.

Once I was in, the whole place lit up and my gaze landed on the dark figure that watched me through his narrow blazing eyes.

The dragon king, the tyrant that burned the world to ashes. 

I felt a surge of anger rush through my veins but I dared not to act impulsively.

“Come here," he ordered, his voice deep and dark like a villain. 

I obeyed his command and stopped at the foot of the stairs that led to his mighty bed. 

“Ascend the stairs, Herling," He growled but I stood still shocked by what he had called me.

“Did he just call us a herling?” Azula grumbled offended by the word. He dared to call me a hired servant?!

“I shall not be addressed in that name," I spoke up audaciously. I might be the lesser one here but that doesn't mean I will let him insult my status.

“As you know, I am the Alpha king's daughter. A princess and not a servant." I ascended a step. “I already know my purpose to you. However, I want something in return." Another step forward.

“You want an heir, I will give you one. In exchange, you will grant me my wish," I said, changing my tone to a compromising one.

His blazing eyes flashed with interest and I smiled within knowing that I had gotten his attention.

“Why?" He questioned.

“My people have proven to be a thorn in your flesh. Because of that, you chose to burn down our packs." I stopped two stairs away from him.

“I am a diplomat. I chose peace over war but there is an exception to every principle. If you want to reign over the werewolves, I can give you that. But you have to promise me that you will burn down my father's city," I muttered and he narrowed his eyes at me, obviously confused by what I wished for.

“You wish to betray your kind for what exactly?" He extended his hand to me.

“I am not betraying them, your Majesty. I am only paying them with their coins." I placed my hand in his and let him pull me onto his lap.

“But the reason, I shall not tell. As I have made up my mind to see them burn down to ashes." I traced my fingers over his face, leaning in for a kiss.

He grabbed my chin and stared into my eyes for the slightest doubt. But then all he could see was the hollow that lived in them.

“You better not go back on your words, Princess because my flame burns hotter than hell." He sealed our lips together, marking the beginning of our alliance.

Our clothes dropped to the ground in seconds. My back landed on the soft sheets of his bed while he hovered above me.

I traced my hands along caramel tattoos, feeling every muscular scar he had achieved in battles. 

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, glazing his amber eyes into my soul. 

“Remember Princess, I will toss you into my pit of fire if you do not carry my heir within thirty days. And I will burn down your city and add it to my collection of ruins," he said with a dark voice and slammed inside me without remorse.

I gasped taking him all at once as pain mixed with pleasure surged through my bones. This was the price I had to pay to get my revenge.

Mating with the dragon king, conquering my tyrant father, and taking the throne as Queen. A perfect revenge plan I would do anything to accomplish.

The devil above me wracked my soul, filling me up with his fiery seeds until my body felt like a volcano harboring hot lava.

He went on and on like a ravaging beast, tearing my inside apart. Even though he went in ruthlessly, I couldn't deny that he was good. Especially with a cock as large as his. 

My moans filled the atmosphere, begging for him not to stop until I couldn't feel my bones and passed out.

The next time I woke up, it was morning and the dragon king was gone. But then he didn't leave without sending his servants to attend to me.

Now that we had consummated our union on a compromising term, no one would dare to disobey me, not even the female dragonite that branded my skin last night.

“Good morning, My lady." She dropped to her knees waiting for my response. The sight of seeing her submissive, ready to act on my command filled my heart with glee.

“What shall I call you?" I asked, lifting her chin with my index finger like she did to me last night. 

“Anything that suits you, My Lady," she responded.

“What is your name?" I requested and her eyes rounded in surprise.

“Larissa," she answered. 

“From now on you shall be loyal to me alone, Larissa. Can I trust you on that?" She nodded and I smiled within, giving her a chance to redeem herself.