All Chapters of The Alpha Princess And Her Dragon Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

" So tight "" That's right, the bitch won't loosen up, no matter how many cocks fuck her "" Do you think she can take two at a time? Or maybe through the ass?"" Unless you wanna mess her up? Remember, they'll send her to the Blood Island soon enough, we don't want her dying before then"Sabrina wakes up covered in dried blood, sweat and cum. Every part of her body aches, her head feels like it's going to explode at any moment. In her entire life, she'd never been through so much pain. She's lost count of how many times she'd broken down in tears, how many times she'd begged those men as they raped her ruthlessly. Now she is meek, compliant and bitter. Her body sways from time to time, it's odd because she's lying limp on the dirty hard ground. Sabrina figures out soon enough that she's on a ship. It makes sense, the Blood Island is an island afterall, the only gateway to the hell she would be tossed in, left alone to die painfully. Sabrina wonders to herself, would she be tossed o

It takes three days to arrive at the Capital. Sabrina rides in the carriage alone; she prefers it this way. It gives her enough time to lay out a constructive plan before being placed in the palace. The Dragon King doesn't address her again. From time to time, she feels his gaze on her, but it is always fleeting. He is intrigued but not nearly interested enough to give her the time of day.That won't work. She is meant to seduce him, to get him to bare his heart to her so she can use it against her enemies. She feels anxious but knows better than to try to push herself on him. Sabrina realizes she doesn’t know much about seduction. Fighting or leading a pack? That she can do. But seduction? Foreign waters.But how hard can it possibly be? Men are men, after all, and Sabrina knows her worth. She is beautiful and fierce—docile, no—but she could try to be if that would please the Dragon. Hell, she could bat her eyelashes sweetly, like her sister used to do whenever she wanted something f

The Dragon King's Residence was dark and gloomy, heavily guarded by armed soldiers. Only those summoned by the King himself were allowed entrance. Elisha was to accompany the King for the night, and since Sabrina was tagging closely behind her, she was assumed to merely be a simple maid.They arrived in front of the King's chambers. Elisha turned to her with a sly look. "You will wait outside this door."Sabrina said nothing. She watched as Elisha walked into the chambers, closing the door in her face. Leaning against the wall, her eyes darted around the dark corridors. It was cold and lonely. She wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to warm herself.Minutes passed, and Sabrina's legs began to ache from standing. Slowly, she slid to a sitting position. If she listened closely, she could make out the obscene noises coming from within the room—mostly the exaggerated moaning from Elisha. She was probably doing it to provoke Sabrina, but as if the Luna would ever let herself get

"It's small." That was the King's first comment when Sabrina showed him the grave she had spent hours making last night. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but she had made it with a lot of love and determination. Hearing the dismissive tone Alaric used to regard her father's resting place made her bristle."I can have a better one made.""No need." She would have preferred it if he stayed away from the grave—and if he kept his hands to himself too. Sometimes, Sabrina forgot that she was meant to be seducing this man. She was lost so deep in her hatred and gloom that the thought of getting close to anyone made her feel reluctant.The Dragon's hand rested on her shoulder, his fingers playing with a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder blade. Alaric leaned forward and scented her, making her tense."You smell of mud and dirt."Wow, what a lovely thing to say to a woman. It's not like the asshole smells like roses and sunshine either. He smells of iron, maybe smoke. It's not entirely unpleas

The changes in her status were subtle after that trip. The women in the Harem no longer ghosted her as though she were some dirty thing off the streets. Some even spoke to her, trying to spark a conversation. One of them had her servants bring Sabrina some homebaked cookies.They all knew the King had an interest in her. If the trip hadn't been enough to prove this, he constantly sought her out—mostly to walk with her in the garden or to watch her tear prey apart in her wolf form. The bastard must be getting off on that. Sabrina, of course, had no reason to celebrate because this wasn’t what she wanted. She liked to think the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his pants—or his stomach, in some contexts. But Alaric showed no sexual desire toward her after that one time. No matter how many times she clung to him, made bedroom eyes, or even tried kissing him, he would only give her an amused look and find an excuse to push her away.He didn’t want her. And it made her blood boil