Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King
I gasped, clutching my ribs as a burning sensation—sharper than the marks on my neck—carved itself into my skin.
"Aella?" Sol stepped toward me, but he suddenly hissed in pain, his hand flying to his right side, his face contorting.
The spirits’ laughter was the last thing to fade into the golden air, leaving us with a silence that felt heavy and sacred.
The heat on my skin didn't stop at my ribs. It began to travel, a slow, crawling fire that made my breath hitch. I watched in a daze as the intricate golden vines and miniature dragons began to wind their way down my right leg, circling my ankle and ending in a delicate flourish at the arch of my right foot. Simultaneously, the mark climbed