Mated To The Cursed Dragon King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

The obsidian sky of Emberfall bled crimson as the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Spine. Below, in the courtyard of the Iron Citadel, the air was thick with the scent of fear and the metallic tang of blood.Aria Blackwood didn't cry. Tears were a luxury she had been beaten out of years ago. Instead, she stood bound in heavy silver-dampening chains, her knees hitting the jagged gravel as her 'father,' Alpha Fenris, kicked her forward."Move, you useless bitch!" Fenris spat, his voice trembling not with pity for his daughter, but with terror for his own life.Aria’s silver-blonde hair, usually a shimmering veil of light, was matted with filth. Her shift dress was torn, exposing the porcelain curve of her shoulder, and the bruises that mapped a lifetime of 'Omega' status. She was the Silver Moon pack’s greatest shame, a girl with no wolf, a girl whose only value was the price her blood could fetch on the auction block."Look at me," Fenris hissed, grabbing a fistful o

The Council Chamber of Emberfall was a cathedral of cruelty. It was a circular pit of obsidian, surrounded by rising tiers of seats where the Dragon Elders sat, their eyes glowing like dying embers in the dim light. In the center of the pit stood a jagged monolith of raw, red stone...The Dragon-Stone.Aria was thrown into the room.Thr two guards released her arms, and she hit the cold floor with a sickening thud, her knees scraping against the volcanic rock. Her neck was still wet with her own blood from Silas’s feeding, and her breath came in shallow, pained hitches."Is this the 'Wolf Mate' we’ve been hearing so much about?" A voice echoed from the high tiers. It belonged to Elder Hakan, a man whose skin looked like cracked leather. He looked down at Aria with a sneer. "She looks like a drowned rat. Hardly a fit mate for a King of the Fire-Blood."Aria pushed herself up, her silver-blonde hair falling in a tangled curtain over her face. Her violet eyes searched the darkness of the

The wind didn't just howl as Aria fell; it screamed, a jagged blade of ice that ripped the breath from her lungs. Below, the Dragon’s Ravine was a yawning maw of mist and razor-sharp obsidian. She was a bird with clipped wings, a sacrifice cast into the void by the man she was fated to love.He really did it, her mind whispered, a cold realization sharper than the wind. He threw me away to save his throne.But as the darkness was about to swallow her whole, a shadow larger than the moon eclipsed the sky. A thunderous roar shook the very air, so powerful it felt like it might shatter her bones. A massive, taloned foot black as the void and hot as a furnace snatched her out of the air mid-fall. The grip was brutal, the scales cutting into her waist, but the momentum of her death-plunge was instantly halted.Silas hadn't thrown her to die. He had thrown her so he could catch her where the Council couldn't see.The great black dragon, a nightmare of obsidian scales and glowing red veins,