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The doctor had left in a hurry, but the single phrase he’d muttered under his breath kept echoing inside Azriel’s head.‘Killian is going to hurt him.’Killian Veyr had kidnapped Rosen. Everyone in the city knew about the ruthless, violent power struggle between the noble factions. Was Rosen really going to die at that dragon’s hand? A lump formed in Azriel’s throat. He felt sick to his stomach. Rosen was already battling a creeping fever. How would he survive in the hands of a man who melted people alive for sport?The doorbell rang.Olen got to it before Azriel could move. Two men in black suits stood in the doorway — tall, silent, radiating a cold kind of authority.One of them handed Olen an envelope without a word. Then they left without exchanging a word."Who was that?" Azriel asked, coming up behind him.Then his eyes fell on the paper in Olen’s hands.It was a bank cheque. And the string of zeroes printed on the line was staggering—more money than Azriel had ever seen in his

Without another word, Killian pulled a small key from his pocket and unlocked the iron clasp around Rosen's ankle. Before Rosen could even attempt to swing his legs off the bed, Killian scooped him up into his arms in one effortless motion— one arm under his knees, one behind his back — as if Rosen weighed nothing. As if he were picking up a cat, or something else small and unwilling.Rosen panicked, flailing and striking at Killian's broad chest. "Put me down! Let me go!"Killian didn't even flinch. The sheer gap in their physical strength was terrifying. Rosen’s frantic strikes felt like nothing more than a breeze against his iron muscles. Realizing how utterly futile his struggles were, Rosen eventually slacked in Killian's arms, panting heavily, exhausted and humiliated.Killian carried him straight into the adjoining luxury bathroom, stepping onto the warm marble floor.As Killian set him down near the edge of a massive stone tub, Rosen caught a glimpse of himself in the floor-t

Every trace of color drained from Rosen’s face.Luken.Killian glanced down at Rosen — at the way the blood had left his cheeks, the way his body had gone rigid on his thigh, the way those blue eyes had filled with a panic that had nothing to do with Killian and everything to do with the man at the gate.Killian smiled sinisterly. "How thoughtful of him. Luken is saving me the trouble of hunting him down myself."Panic surged through Rosen like an electric shock. He jolted, trying to scramble off Killian's lap to stand up. "No!"Killian's arm clamped around his waist like a vice, pinning him firmly in place. "Where do you think you're going?""Please!" Rosen cried, turning around on Killian's lap. "Please, L-Lord Killian! Don't hurt him. He didn't do anything wrong. Please!"Killian stared at him, his smile instantly vanishing, replaced by a dark rage. He leaned down, pressing a cold kiss against Rosen's nape."The more you beg for him," Killian hissed into his skin, "the slower and mo

Meanwhile, at the Royal Mall’s most exclusive bridal boutique, Lady Kenna Aldrone stood on a velvet pedestal, staring at her reflection in a floor-to-ceiling gilded mirror.Her wedding gown was a masterpiece—woven from imported silver silk, encrusted with hundreds of crushed diamonds that caught the light with every breath she took. It had to be perfect. The jewelry, the dress, the venue—everything had to be the most talked-about spectacle in the history of the realm."Oh, Kenna, it's absolutely breathtaking!" gushed Lady Amber, sitting on a plush satin sofa while sipping champagne. "Lord Killian truly spares no expense for you. You are going to be the most envied woman in the entire kingdom.""Of course he doesn't," Kenna replied smugly, "He is the King, and I am to be his Queen. Anything less than perfection would be an insult to the Veyr name.""Still," whispered Lady Vivienne, leaning in with a gossipy smirk. "I heard he didn't even bother showing up for your ring fitting. A bit co

Rosen shook his head tearfully, unable to accept the words. His whole body trembled beneath Killian’s hand, but the dragon king only continued stroking his hair as though he were comforting him after delivering the very thing that had broken him.“You killed him, Rosen. If you hadn’t run away, if you hadn’t sought him out, if you hadn’t stayed in his house… Luken would still be breathing today.” Killian’s voice remained deceptively gentle as he watched the guilt begin to settle over Rosen’s face. “His blood isn’t on my hands. It’s dripping from yours.”“No…” Rosen gasped, his skin turning paper-white. “No, no…”“You brought the beast to his door,” Killian whispered relentlessly, watching each word sink deeper. “You killed him.”“No…” Rosen’s voice shook. “It’s you… it’s…”“Tsk.” Killian’s lips touched Rosen’s forehead. A soft kiss. He could feel Rosen trembling beneath his touch, could see the tears slipping down his cheeks, and yet the sight only made something darker inside him sett