All Chapters of Dragonborne: My Mate is The Ruthless Hunter Who Want Me Dead: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

_RAVYNNE POV_ I don't want to die tonight. It isn't death that frightens me. It's surviving another Red Moon. I promised Prince Leander I'd be back before sunrise. I'd never broken a promise. Never. This morning, he'd smiled as he handed me another stack of reports. "Don't disappear on me again, Ravynne." I'd laughed. "Who's going to clean up your messes if I do?" "Exactly." I'd promised I'd return. 'And if tonight went as it always did... If tonight ends the way every Red Moon ends.,' I thought, staring at the rusted chains on the floor, 'I'll break that promise.' The abandoned tower trembled beneath the wind. Gray stone walls turned crimson in the moonlight streaming through the broken window. Then fire exploded beneath my ribs. I dropped to my knees. Heat raced through every vein. My vision swam. The stone floor rushed up to meet me as another wave of agony ripped through my chest.'She is coming.' The dragon stirred inside me. A low growl echoed in the back of my skull. Her

Leif reached over his shoulder. His fingers found the familiar stock of the Morvain Mk-IV. The weapon had been in his family for three generations. Its barrel was cold-forged Dragonsteel, etched with runes that glowed faintly beneath the Red Moon. The scope was enchanted crystalline glass—capable of seeing through dragonfire, through smoke, through lies.He pulled the rifle free. The weight settled into his palms like an old friend. Or an old curse. The Dragonbane rounds were already loaded. Seven of them. Each tipped with crystallized wyvern venom, capable of piercing dragon scales like paper.'One shot to slow them. Two to ground them. Three to end them. Never hesitate. Hesitation gets you killed.'Leif's jaw tightened. 'I won't hesitate.'But something was wrong. The dragon's flight wasn't steady. It climbed sharply... then suddenly dipped. One wing folded awkwardly before spreading again. It wasn't flying. It was struggling.Then the dragon opened its jaws. Fire erupted toward the

The door clicked shut behind him. Silence swallowed the room.Prince Leander stood motionless for a long time, one hand still resting on the doorknob. Outside his office, footsteps echoed through the palace corridors. Servants hurried past. Advisors whispered. Somewhere in the distance, cameras flashed as journalists waited for another statement about the Red Moon.Inside...Everything was quiet.Too quiet.He crossed the room slowly and lowered himself into the chair behind his desk.His phone rested beside a stack of untouched reports.He picked it up.The same conversation. The same unanswered messages.Where are you?Sent yesterday.Not delivered.He scrolled.Ravynne... please answer.Not delivered.Further.The Queen finally approved the eastern irrigation proposal. You'd better hurry back before I take all the credit.No reply.A tiny smile appeared. She would have rolled her eyes at that message."...Come on."His thumb hovered over the call button. He knew it wouldn't connect

"My Prince..." Ravynne's voice barely carried."I..." The words refused to come.The silence lasted only a heartbeat. Leander stepped in front of her completely. His body blocked every suspicious stare before it could reach her. He never looked away from Leif. His fingers tightened around Ravynne's hand."Enough."His fingers tightened around hers. Only then did Ravynne realize she had been gripping his hand so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Leander didn't pull away."Seven years." Leander's voice carried across the silent garden."For seven years, every crisis this kingdom survived had Lady Ravynne standing at its center."He looked slowly around the crowd. "If she were the monster Commander Morvain claims..."He gestured toward the palace. "...none of us would still be standing here."The words settled heavily. Several guards exchanged uncertain looks. One lowered his rifle. Then another. The whispers weakened.Leander finally looked at Leif. "I don't know why you've fabricat

Morning sunlight stretched across the palace windows, bathing the King's private chamber in warm gold.King Aldros stood before the tall window overlooking the eastern courtyard. Below, servants hurried through the palace grounds, hanging crimson banners and polishing the enormous dragon statues that would greet thousands of visitors during the Hunting Festival.Four days remained. Normally, this view filled him with pride. Today, it only reminded him how fragile the peace inside the palace truly was.The door opened quietly. Queen Seralyne entered, carrying a silver tea tray herself. "You skipped breakfast again."Aldros glanced over his shoulder before allowing himself a tired smile. "You always know.""I married a man who forgets to eat whenever the kingdom gives him a headache."She set the tray down and replaced the untouched, cold tea on his desk with a fresh cup. It was such a familiar gesture that Aldros accepted it without thinking."Has the council begun?""They're already w