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said the king with his hands trembling . " And ?! " said Diego biting his lip in anger . " And.......she is now..........married to the d...d....dragon king , Damien PenDraco . " said the king with a nervous look . ' What ?! ' thought assistant Lan with a shocked expression and didn't dare to look at the prince . The smile on prince Diego's face froze the moment he heard that Charlotte had married the dragon king , Damien PenDraco . When the king saw his expression he was reassured that prince Diego knew about the existence of another world along with theirs .

"I am going to do all that I can to make him treat you better." Nita laughed. "To be honest, I have fallen out of love with him." "How is that even possible?" Catori asked. "I used to think it was impossible, but so is a dragon taking someone that isn't their mate." Catori nod, contemplating what she would do to help. "You are so lucky to have King Rydstorm as a mate. He is so just and kind. I envy all the females here, happy and in love."

He left at the wee hours of the morning when she still asleep to get her clean underwear and to also get breakfast but when he returned she was gone. *** sorry for the late update. The Substitute Bride is coming to an end soon and I want to say thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me from the beginning even though I couldn't update as often I'd like to. please hang in there and I hope you'll continue to support Rella and Stefan's journey.

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

"I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend." How could I not love my dragon?

The voice snaps at me before falling back into a deviant cackle. "I am yet to take from you." The voice growls. "Everything you have will burn, this I promise you Dragon king!" The voice spits my name with so much venom and yet I'm too weak to reply. "Who are you?" I rasp under intense pain. "You will." The voice replied with a sense of longing. "And you won't forget me until you draw your last breath." The pain is bone crushing, darker spots dance in my vision, I can't, I won't----

Yet a relief flashed across his psyche as he no longer had to harsh on his daughter. The Royal had their own distinct cultures when it came to claiming their mate. It was their ancient traditional law that the king would have to get married before claiming his mate as his wife. Thus Damien urged to arrange the wedding ceremony as fast as possible as he was truly doubtful about his mate's whirlwind emotions. Brian hopped beside Viona after excusing himself from the discussion and whispered incredulously, " Vi, don't tell me that you have further plans in your sleeves. I can't believe that you conceded so fast. Did he somehow manage to claim your heart successfully? "

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

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?"