Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dragonborne: My Mate is The Ruthless Hunter Who Want Me Dead: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RAVYNNE POVI don't want to die tonight. It isn't death itself that frightens me. It is what happens if I survive until sunrise. Every Red Moon, the dragon inside me grows stronger, and every seven years, the transformation becomes harder to resist. The last time I lost control, an entire village burned. I still remember the screams, the heat, and the terrible realization that there was nothing I could do to stop the fire once it had begun.I promised Prince Leander I'd return before sunrise. I'd never broken a promise to him. Never.Last night, he'd smiled as he handed me another stack of reports. "Don't disappear on me again, Ravynne."I'd laughed as I took them from him. "Who's going to clean up your messes if I do?""Exactly."That had been our usual exchange, light and familiar, the kind neither of us needed to think about anymore. I had promised him I'd be back. Now I stared at the rusted chains lying across the tower floor and wondered whether I had already broken that promise b

LEIF'S POVI reached over my shoulder, my fingers finding the familiar stock of the Morvain Mk-IV. The rifle had been in my family for three generations, passed from one hunter to the next along with the knowledge of what it was built to kill. Its barrel was cold-forged Dragonsteel, strong enough to pierce dragon scales, while faint runes glowed along the metal beneath the Red Moon. The enchanted crystalline scope allowed me to see through smoke and dragonfire, making darkness and distance almost meaningless. Seven Dragonbane rounds rested inside the chamber and magazine, each tipped with crystallized wyvern venom capable of bringing down a dragon.I pulled the rifle free and settled it against my shoulder. The weight was familiar, almost comforting after fourteen years of carrying the same purpose with me. One shot to slow a dragon. Two to bring it down. Three to finish it. Never hesitate. Hesitation got hunters killed."I won't hesitate."But something was wrong. The dragon's flight

The door clicked shut behind him, and silence swallowed the room. Prince Leander stood motionless for a long moment, one hand still resting on the doorknob.Outside his office, the palace had already returned to its usual rhythm, though nothing felt usual anymore. Servants hurried through the corridors, advisors spoke in low voices, and somewhere beyond the windows, cameras flashed as journalists waited for another statement about the Red Moon. The kingdom had survived the night, but Leander could not shake the feeling that something important had been taken from him in the darkness.He crossed the room and lowered himself into the chair behind his desk. His phone rested beside a stack of untouched reports, its screen still displaying the same unanswered conversation. He picked it up and stared at the last message he had sent.Where are you?Sent yesterday. Not delivered.He scrolled farther.Ravynne... please answer.Not delivered. Another message waited below it.The Queen finally ap

"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?" "Th