Her eyes were wide open. Sabrina was frozen to her spot. Her blue orbs reflecting the golden of flame as the beast in front of her breathed a flood of fire into the sky. The fire lightened up the village for a moment before darkness engulfed it again. Sabrina didn't know what to think. Only one thing could explain this all. She was dreaming. The only logical explanation she could think of. For there was no way Elizah could turn into a dragon. A dragon? How? Her breath hitched when the scaly dragon whipped his head in her direction. Her bones turned to jelly as the monster locked his gaze with her. He craned his face closer. One huff of breath and she would be burnt to ashes. Sabrina felt tears of terror pooling in her eyes as his golden orbs appraised her. There was a hint of danger in them. She wanted her Elizah. Where was he? She was scared. Sabrina had never seen a dragon from this close. Never in her life she had locked eyes with one. Just like everyone, she was clueless about

"Late King Kaida?" Sabrina gasped, blown by the revelation. She had heard about the King Kaida, the glorious sun of dragons. Every child even in the werewolf kingdom knew his tales of heroism and prowess. As fierce as he was on the battleground, the King was equally compassionate and just for his subjects. The king had once sent his brother and current dragon king into 2 years of exile only for misbehaving with a peasent woman. He didn't care if the perpetrator was from his family, the punishment was same for everyone and that's what made him the best ruler to bejewel the sun throne till now. Elizah was too shocked to even form words. This strange woman had turned his life upside down by just few words. The woman with violet eyes smirked in reponse. These two kids were living an ignorant life till now. "King Kayda was on his way to crush the uprising in Hobuki tribal, a werewolf community, when he was caught offguard by a deadly bear. The King succeeded in killing the beast b

The sun beat down on them as they rode their way to an unknown place. They had bid farewell to the tribe at daybreak and set off towards their next destination.Overnight everything had changed for Elizah. The revelation of his true identity was life-altering for him. Now his only purpose was to wreak vengeance on all those who slaughtered his family without an ounce of mercy. He will wipe those vermins out and establish his dominance. They wanted power. He will show them what power is. Marcus should have killed him while he could.It was him against the world now. If anyone dared to come between him and his goal, he will destroy their very existence.He glanced at his mate who was wiping at her forehead. Beads of sweat bejeweled her face, her features were twisted in exhaustion and still she was the most beautiful woman for him. His only anchor was this woman, Sabrina. His support system, his life line. This whole damn world can go to hell and he wouldn't care as long as he had her

The sheer force of his thrust knocked the air out of her lungs. She stilled, her eyes glossed over while his fervor only soared like formidable sea waves. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, causing her whole body to jerk. Her face contorted in pain and she let out slew of fractured moans as he pounded into her without holding back. Even though she looked in pain, her pussy squeezed him like her life depended on it. The bed creaked under their moving weight singing a duet with the sound of their body smacking together.He was so huge, so enormous it was almost scary. He could easily crush her to powder and she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him. He could do whatever he wished to do with her. But all he ever did was worship her body. He took her to places she didn't know existed. "Aaaahhh," she moaned as he bit into her jaw while pushing deeper. Sweat clung to their body, making their skin shine under the soft moonlight. Soft cool breezes floated outside the window

"Silence," the King roared from his seat. His eyes glaring hard into Elizah's. Elizah smirked, sending his message across quite clearly. He was here to take what belonged to him. "What proof do you have?" his venomous little eyes were fixed on Elizah but the question was directed to Herones. "Proof is my royal blood, uncle. It carries our legacy. But if you insist on proof then I must show you my dragon," he replied coolly. The crowd was still in state of shock. Allain made no comment. Everyone waited with bated breath as Elizah crouched. He bent his head and closed his eyes. A small sparkle erupted from between his brows before it spiral into an enormous ball of energy and swallow Elizah like a tornado, soon cocooning his body in a blinding white light. The sound of bone cracking resonated in the air before an earth-shaking hiss split through the sky. The light begin to fade, revealing the mightiest creature behind it. The onlookers felt their heart in mouth when they glance