Mated To The Cursed Dragon King
beasts made of smoke and teeth leaped around her ankles, their red eyes fixed on Aria’s throat.
"I told you, little wolf," Valerica purred, her hair glowing like molten lava. "The King doesn't want you. And the Council has already signed your death warrant. I’m just here to make sure it’s... messy."
"Get out," Aria rasped, her voice shaking but her violet eyes refusing to drop.
Valerica laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated like glass on bone.
"Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?"
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