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I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

I only feel warm, it's like I'm only enjoying the water in a hot spring rather than a pool of blazing lava. "I haven't tried this yet but I hope this will work. Raja was the one who gave me the idea." Lancelot narrowed his eyes. "Raja? Who is he?" "He is my dragon." "Oh! So you are a dragon summoner? He asked with amazement. "Yes. A fire dragon summoner and the Mistress of Fire. Amazing, isn't she?" Lucia said proudly as if we had been friends since childhood rather than for barely a few days. "Indeed, she is. Amazing... very amazing," Lancelot said.

Hardly attire befitting a Draken’s wife, let alone one about to undergo a sacred ceremony. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She just needed to endure this, to get through the ordeal quickly, then she could find Rhyzar and demand to know the truth about the looming war. She had seen too much destruction already, and if she could persuade him to choose the most peaceful path, she had to try. But then she saw it—the sight that made the murmuring voices fade into nothing. The altar. At its base stood a golden statue, its beauty unparalleled. “That’s the dragon’s mate,” the priestess murmured beside her, nodding toward the breathtaking figure. “The woman who bore the first Draken and g

He could breathe fire and also breath ice. Lastly was a pure white dragon, the smallest of the three. The young dragon did not land on the ground before transforming and launching herself at one of the twins. Mist was hyperactive, being the last born of prince Xander/Malachai, she was the last of the three musketeers. Ah yes, the Musketeers. A werewolf princess, a dragon princess and a royal nagini. Emerson, Mist and Mya were destructive when put together. Mist was the youngest of the three, Emerson being fourteen, Mya thirteen and Mist, twelve.

But the girl was adamant. “It’s true, sir,” she said, still struggling against my grip. “Queen Mila is the last dragon. Our lady. Our fearsome queen.” “A queen of what?” I scoffed. “I saw no other dragons in there, just different animals. Cats, birds, lizards…”

Breaking the silence, the mistress rested the grimoire on her lap and leaned closer to Dryzza. “Give me your hand,” she requested, her voice soft but commanding. Dryzza hesitated, the sudden intimacy of the gesture unsettling. Still, she extended her arm, placing her hand in the mistress’s. In an instant, the old woman’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze locking onto Dryzza’s with a newfound intensity. "It was a devil who showed itself to you." Dryzza nearly choked on the Mistress’s words, a revelation so stark yet delivered with an air that was not entirely alarming. In fact, there was an undercurrent of intrigue, as though the Mistress found the revelation fascinating rather than terrifying.

This was the second time I was actually witnessing Alicia's true demeanor, all the smile she gave were always fake, even now when she walk past me she had tried to smile but the pain on her face wouldn't allow her. If things could get brutal between this two just by only seeing each other then what say me if they ever found out I was in a cozy place with Damon. One was the ice cold wife, the other was the feisty obsessed lover who won't back down, with this two there isn't any guarantee that I shall survive if they come after me, I the mistress. After several hours things were now calm and the storm was over, even the dark cloud had already left the sky and now Alicia came out of her room wh

Valmore nodded, accepting what Mallik just said. "We only know about fairy drifters, we don't know about the dragons. Dragons are a race born in fairy, so it must be true. Only drifters have the ability to see us, so it must be true. It must be that Dragon drifter who tripped the drifter sensor" Valmore agreed. Mallik thought the same thing. "It's not the only thing I came across this time. I heard gossip that this dragon drifter's mate looks like the late princess Catherina and she must be Catherina's missing daughter" Mallik shared about the gossip that the entire summer realm is whispering about.