The Pregnant Fox And The Dragon King

Chapter TwoA throbbing, heavy ache pounded behind my eyes as my senses slowly crawled back to life. The first thing I noticed was not the pain in my broken hand, but the suffocating, heavy smell of sweat, rust, and iron chains thick in the air.I blinked open my heavy eyelids, expecting to see the white ceiling of my mother's roomInstead, thick black iron bars framed my vision.I was on my knees, shoved inside a narrow cage barely large enough for my body. My reddish Fox tail was crushed awkwardly beneath me, and heavy, cold metal cuffs clamped around my wrists, chaining my hands to the floor of the cage.Panic surged through me. I rattled the heavy chains, my ears pinning flat against my head as I looked around through the dark, murky room.I was not in the palace. I had no idea where I was. But I knew I was in a massive, underground chamber filled with hundreds of dark figures seated in shadowed tiers. Down below, a brightly lit wooden stage stood surrounded by heavy guards carry

Chapter FourJulian did not waste a single second asserting his control. The moment the dining hall doors closed behind the guards, he stepped toward me, his dark eyes fixed on my broken, filthy state with pure malice.“Do you know what a toy is, Fox?” Julian asked, his voice smooth as silk but sharp as glass. He paced around me like a predator inspecting damaged meat. “A toy has no voice. A toy does not eat at the master’s table, nor does it sit when it is tired. A toy exists solely to be used, degraded, and broken whenever its owner seeks amusement.”My blood ran cold, but the bitter rage inside me flared up again. I held my ground, clutching my bad wrist to my chest. “I am not anyone's toy. I am a prince from the Averon kingdom.”Julian stopped dead in his tracks. A cold, dark chuckle escaped his lips before his hand shot out like a strike of lightning.The force of his strike sent me sprawling onto the stone floor, my bad hand slamming against the ground with a sickening thud. Whi

Chapter SixThe footsteps faded away, leaving me in total silence.I scrambled off the small bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. I stood on my tiptoes to look through the high vent, but there was nothing there. Just darkness and a faint metallic smell in the air.I couldn't sleep all night. I just lay there in the dark, holding my bandaged hand to my chest as my stomach hurt from hunger.Early the next morning, a guard unlocked the door. He threw a plain tunic on the floor and told me to get up.I worked all through the morning. My body was completely weak, and my left hand was useless under its tight bandages. I wiped tables, swept the long halls, and carried wooden trays with my right arm. My head felt light from starving, but I had to keep my mouth shut and do my work.Around noon, just as I finished sweeping the last corridor, a guard stepped up to me."Master Julian wants to see you in the main salon," he said. "Right now."My chest tightened, my heart beating so fast becaus

Chaoter EightI woke up when heavy iron chains rattled violently against the floorboards.My head was pounding with a deep, sickening ache from the Dragon King’s slap, and the bitter taste of dried blood coated my lips. I forced my heavy eyes open to see the carriage doors thrown wide. Cold, thin mountain air rushed into my lungs as two heavily armored guards grabbed my chains and dragged me out into the freezing night.My feet dragged uselessly against the frozen cobblestones as I looked up. We were inside a massive fortress built directly into snow-capped peaks. The towering walls were made of black stone, illuminated by burning green torches that flickered against the dark sky. The air smelled of ash, iron, and a heavy predator scent that made my Fox instincts scream in terror.The guards hauled me through massive metal gates, up winding stone stairs, and threw me onto the hard floor of a grand hall. My weak legs collapsed beneath me, the heavy iron collar around my neck digging pa

Chapter TenThe heavy leather belt sliced through the air with a deafening SNAP.The iron buckle tore straight through my tunic, ripping into the bare skin of my back. Cold stone slammed against my face as the hit drove me into the floorboards. My throat locked. No scream came out, just a wet, gasping choke as liquid heat spread across my spine."Beg," the Dragon King growled.His heavy leather boot came down on the back of my thigh, grinding my leg into the marble."Say the word, Fox, and I will stop."I squeezed my eyes shut. Blood filled my mouth, metallic and hot. My left hand throbbed under its tight linen wrappings, every nerve in my arm screaming.I dug my fingernails into the stone cracks, forcing my upper body off the floor inch by inch. My red Fox tail lashed against the ground, wild and erratic. I turned my head sideways, looked straight at his polished boots, and spat a glob of thick, crimson blood right across his leather toes."Is that... all?" I wheezed out, my voice r