Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Dragon King's Seduction: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

XENDAYA.The mood around the dining table is extremely tense tonight, and I wonder if it’s due to the civil unrest within our kingdom or the war that wages across our borders. Where once this table was filled with amusement, happiness and friendly banter it is now as silent as a graveyard.I glance across at my parents, the Alpha King and Queen; Mother’s lost weight and Dad looks tired. The weight of the threats taking their toll on them.“Will either of you tell us why you are so troubled?” Niko, my older brother asks sharply.Dad is still the Alpha King of our Kingdom, Clair De Lune, for that is a title that goes to the strongest Alpha.Two years ago, Niko took over as our Pack Alpha, making it easier for Dad to mind the kingdom and Niko to handle the Pack.Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air.It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, bu

XENDAYA.“Yes, welcome to Clair De Lune, King Agnarr,” Dad replies to the Dragon King, holding his hand out to him.Agnarr looks at the offered hand for a second before accepting it.“Thank you… Now where is my promised bride?”How shameless.I see Mom clench her jaw, her eyes filled with the anger she’s trying to control.“She is here,” Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko.“I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging.“We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand.Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand.“The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”Dad’s eyes flash. “You will do well not to disrespect my mate,” he says coldly.“And you will do well to resp

XENDAYA. The journey to the Dragon Kingdom is one I will never forget. Agnarr had shifted into a huge, magnificent dragon. I have not seen one before, but compared to his men, it is obvious. He is far more superior, and his dragon is breathtaking. Something I won’t admit to him. His black scales hold a green shine, and those intense eyes of his retain most of their greeny hue, even in dragon form. The power that emanates from him is vast, and at times, I feel I couldn’t breathe. He allowed me to climb onto his back with the help of Dad and Niko. Goodbye was emotional. Mom had tears in her eyes, tears she refused to allow to fall and she had thrust a small package into my hand, telling me not to open it until I was alone. Morwenna was a sobbing mess, and Dad’s last words echo in my mind. ‘You are your mother’s daughter. I believe the next time we meet you will greet me with a smile on your face.’ That isn’t happening. I had to hold onto Agnarr's back as he soared into the sky, t

AGNARR. I hear her grunt, her thundering heart, and then the whizz of something travelling fast through the air. I open my eyes and they burn as I yank the woman from my cock and yank her from the waters, using her as a shield. Not because I had no other way to block her throw but because I want her to see the consequences of her actions… The bowl slams into the woman’s head and I smirk internally with victory when she screams out a distraught, “No!” I don’t flinch as blood splatters over me, and the slave girl’s body becomes limp in my hold. Her pale hair is now covered in blood. “What did you do!” she screams at me, as I drop the woman’s body in the water, splashing us all. “I did nothing. You did that.” I say as she rushes into the water, glaring at me with more rage than I have ever seen on the face of a woman. “Take her and get out,” I command the slaves. She might still live if they make haste. How intriguing. Wolves really are emotional beings. “That was meant for you!

AGNARR. Night has fallen, and I have just returned. The castle is silent. I heard nothing from my men, no good news nor bad… but the atmosphere when I return is sombre. Does it mean she is not getting better? It’s been a while since something aside from Nefzaan has consumed my mind. I make my way to the infirmary before stopping at the open arch. “Your majesty…” Garza, the head healer, whispers, as the rest of the healers cower in fear. “What are the results?” I ask coldly as I push open the door to the room she is in. “She is not healing, she is far too weak, and her wounds are dire… I’m not sure how she is alive.” Garza bows low, her words irritating me. “Then what are you good for!” I snarl. How was she standing if she was in this state? It can’t be true. As much as I want to decapitate the healer, I need her for the war to come. “Leave.” I snarl. They obey without delay, and I brush the curtain that covers the bed aside and look down at the woman on the bed. My gut tw