All Chapters of The Pregnant Fox And The Dragon King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter TwelveThe heavy iron door swung open with a harsh screech, spilling yellow torchlight across the stone floor.Two heavy boots stopped inches from my face. I stayed flat in the dark dirt, my breath shallow and quiet. I did not lift my head. I did not utter a single word.He stood over me, his golden eyes scanning my bruised, unmoving frame. Taking in the dried blood on my skin and the dark grease covering my torn back, he spoke to the guards in a flat voice. "Drag him out. Wash him in the courtyard trough, then send him to Adrian's quarters. He is to serve under him now."The guards hauled me up by my arms, dragging my weight up the winding stone stairs. In the courtyard, they dumped me into a trough of icy water, scrubbing away the blood and grime until my skin burned raw. They threw a thin, dry tunic over my head and marched me down a narrow stone corridor, stopping outside a heavy wooden door.One of the guards knocked twice, shoved me inside, and locked the door behind me.

I felt Adrian’s words like an icy blow across my bare chest.“This is why you’re here—to satisfy him.”I froze in the copper tub, my hands locking around my knees. Water lapped against my bruised ribs, but the heat of it could not reach the cold knot in my belly. I waited for him to look at me, to say something else, but he kept his face turned away.Adrian stood up and wiped his hands on a rag. His jaw was set tight, a muscle twitching near his ear. He didn't look down at me as he tossed a rough linen towel onto the wooden stool. When he turned his back, I saw his broad shoulders tense up, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the doorframe for a brief second before stepping out into the bedroom. He meant every word, yet holding my shivering, broken frame in his arms had clearly done something to him."Get dry," his voice came from the outer room, sounding strained. "You have work at sunrise."I dragged my body out of the water, my legs shaking so hard my shoulder scraped agai

The morning sun barely cut through the high slit window of Adrian’s quarters, but I was already wide awake. Every muscle in my body felt like lead. The herbal salve Adrian had rubbed onto my torn back the night before had cooled the worst of the burning, but the deep, throbbing ache between my thighs remained—a cruel, constant reminder of the Dragon King’s violence.I sat up slowly, biting my lip until it bled to keep from making a sound.Across the small room, Adrian was strapping on his vambraces. Dark leather clicked against metal as he yanked the straps tight. He didn't look at me, but his broad shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched into a hard line. The heavy silence between us was charged with the same suffocating friction from the night before…the phantom memory of his large hand pressed against my jaw, his thumb tracing my frantic pulse.He picked up his sword belt and turned around. His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unreadable."You're slacking, Fox," he said, his voi

The days in Alaric's private wing dragged by like a slow, suffocating crawl.Being forced to sleep in the corner of the King’s chambers meant there was no escape from him. Every night, I lay on a thin mat near the cold hearth, listening to the quiet, heavy breathing of the Dragon King across the room. Every morning, I woke under the weight of his amber gaze, forced to clean his quarters, fetch his meals, and endure his cold, possessive touch whenever he felt like reminding me who owned my life.He didn't take me every night, but when he did, it was quick, rough, and demanding—a silent assertion of dominance that left me raw, sore, and hating my own body for the traitorous heat that occasionally flickered deep beneath the pain.Today, Alaric was locked in the war council room with his generals. It was the first time in weeks I had been left alone in his private quarters without his dragon aura crushing the air out of my lungs.I didn't waste a second.I held the damp dusting rag in my

Chapter TwentyThe heavy silk mattress barely absorbed the impact before I scrambled backward, my spine slamming flat against the carved headboard.Alaric stood at the edge of the bed. His dark hair hung messily across his brow, his broad chest heaving in deep, uneven rasps. The glowing gold in his eyes blazed with a dangerous, predatory light. His heavy dragon aura flooded the room, compressing the air until my lungs burned for oxygen."You look at him like he can save you," Alaric rasped, his voice dropping into a rough, grating growl.I kept my chin up, my teeth digging into my inner cheek to stop my jaw from trembling. "He is the only person in this fortress who treats me like a human being."In a single heartbeat, Alaric lunged across the mattress. He slammed one heavy palm beside my head and gripped my chin with the other, his broad fingers digging hard into my cheekbone. He forced my face up, his burning gaze dragging over my swollen, bitten lower lip.A dark sneer curled his