FAZER LOGIN* * The same design inked on Rosen’s thigh.Rosen stared at it, stunned. They had matching tattoos?Just how close had they been?“Is that…” He reached out slowly. “The same one?”Killian watched the bewilderment on Rosen’s face. He had hidden the scar left by his Dragon Core with the tattoo. The wound would have healed naturally with time, but he hadn’t wanted it to. He had wanted Rosen’s mark on him, permanently.A small piece of his mate, resting over the place where his heart beat.Rosen’s fingertip traced the stem, following the dark curve of the petals. He seemed fascinated by the tiny details, as though the tattoo might offer an answer to the dozens of questions crowding his head.The touch was featherlight. Curious.His finger wandered a little too close to Killian’s nipple.A low grunt escaped the dragon’s throat.“Seen enough?” Killian rasped.Rosen barely heard him. His gaze remained fixed on the matching ink.“I guess…” he murmured, half to himself. “You really are my boy
Killian's eyes remained fixed on the phone.Luken.That meddling doctor apparently still hadn't learned his place. Killian was beginning to wonder whether Luken had a death wish or simply enjoyed testing how much patience he possessed.He stepped farther into the bathroom.Rosen stiffened immediately, his fingers tightening around the phone. His scent spilled into the steam-warm air — sharp and sweet with fear.Killian had taken the suppressant just moments before. Luken had said it would dull the edge—quiet the inner beast and cool the lava in his blood.Yet as he stood in the doorway, Killian felt as though not a single thing had changed.So far, the suppressant's only noticeable effect was a mild headache. His cock had clearly not read the label.Then he caught the subtle shift in the air: Rosen was bracing himself. Not consciously, perhaps, but his body knew. His posture locked up, like a cornered animal preparing for impact.Something tender, and at the same time starving drummed
Upstairs, Killian led Rosen down a richly decorated corridor and pushed open a pair of double doors.The master suite was magnificent. A velvet-draped king-sized bed dominated the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A private balcony overlooking the garden."This is our room," Killian said.Our?Rosen cast him a glance. "We're going to stay in the same room?"Killian raised a dark, innocent eyebrow. "Of course. We've always shared a bed."Rosen's face went hot again.Always shared a bed? Then… have they…?"Did we just share a bed?" Rosen asked carefully. "As in — sleeping? Only sleeping?""What do you think boyfriends do?"Killian watched the chaos play out across Rosen's.“We are i-intimate? I can’t imagine it,” Rosen murmured. Killian thought he could demonstrate. The drought of the past few weeks — Rosen lying comatose while Killian's body burned with heat that had nowhere to go — surged hot through his veins. Weeks without touching him. Weeks without feeling that tight heat clamp ar
**"This is our house?"Rosen stared at the grand mansion, his luminous blue eyes widening until Killian wondered if they might actually fall out of his head.How impossibly rich was this man?The estate was enormous. There were manicured gardens, towering windows, and enough expensive-looking stonework to build an entire village.What on earth did Killian even do for a living to afford a paradise like this? Rosen vaguely understood that Dragons tended to sit atop immense hoards of wealth. But seeing it in person was entirely different."It's actually yours," Killian corrected. "A gift for your recovery."Rosen spun around, stunned into silence. "A gift? You bought this… for me?"Killian's amber eyes traced the soft, bewildered curves of Rosen's face. "Do you like it?"He was surprised by his own eagerness. He wanted Rosen to like it. Needed him to.He'd avoided the estate deliberately. Luken had said that familiar surroundings were the fastest way for Rosen's memories to return.Whi
“Mercy, Your Majesty!”The third and fourth lords dropped to their knees, hands raised, faces white. “We meant no disrespect!”“We withdraw our accusations! Please, we withdraw them!”Killian regarded them for a moment. “How fortunate for you.”He lifted two fingers.The guards seized the men and dragged them away, their frantic pleas echoing through the chamber.Lord Aldrone stared at the bodies, then at Killian.“That,” Killian explained mildly, “is the exact same royal Crow poison Kenna used to murder the innocent citizens of Noctis. Look how deadly it is,”"KILLIAN!" Aldrone roared. “Have you lost your mind? You cannot murder nobles in open court simply because they disagree with you!”Killian stood.The temperature in the room rose with him."HAVE YOU ALL FORGOTTEN WHO SITS UPON THIS THRONE?"His voice shook the walls. "The blood of Kahnrun Veyr runs in my veins! The First Flame! The Dragon who carved this kingdom from the ashes of the old world!" Heat poured off him in waves. “
Chapter “It was you?” Killian’s voice fell to a sub-zero whisper. “You killed Venris?”For the past few weeks, Killian’s veins had run cold — with the ache of a torn-out heart. Now the cold was gone.Heat surged through him, flooding every vessel, every nerve, every inch of his body. His inner beast rose from its slumber, and the air around him began to shimmer.Venris.His brother. His blood.The man whose death had driven Killian to burn an entire clan to ash in the name of vengeance.And the woman responsible had sat at his table, smiled at him, and allowed him to call her his future queen.Kenna stumbled backwards, raising an arm to shield her face as the temperature in the washroom soared. “Killian—wait! Wh-what did you just hear? I can explain! It’s all a misunderstanding, I—!”The marble washroom instantly erupted into a wall of blistering heat. “Please, listen to me—“Killian stepped into the room. Another flame erupted; the flames surged higher, licking the ceiling's edge




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