Mated To The Cursed Dragon King
He smelled of smoke, cedar, and the metallic tang of an approaching storm.
"You do not speak my name, wolf," Silas hissed. His golden eyes were swirling with shadows, the pupils narrowed to lethal, vertical slits. "To you, I am your King. I am the man who bought your life to settle a debt. You are nothing but a battery for my dragon, a vessel for the blood I need to stay sane."
"Then let me go," Aria gritted out, her violet eyes burning with a defiance that made Silas’s grip tighten. "If I’m so beneath you, why keep me in your palace?"
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