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Only when he’s calmer and the deafening silence returns do I notice his gleaming neck of sweat, veins pulsing and prominent with hot blood that’s probably as hot as the crystal ball.

“It is done,” Queen Mana speaks at last, breaking the silence and snapping me out of my daze. The king is prompted to remove his hands from the crystal ball. I do the same, snatching my hands back and relishing in the coolness of the air just as thunder cracks through the sky.

I look up to see that the eeriness cast over the clearing is no longer from the ritual ceremony, but from a dark gray cloud in the navy sky that hides the moon as if to signify the completion of the ritual. When I look forward again, I notice that the Queen Mother, Mana, has already left, and theabsence of parting footsteps makes me wonder if she magically disappeared.

A startled gasp escapes my lips when I meet the dragon king’s eyes. Fiery pits of obsidian orbs stare into my soul, casting me to the deepest, darkest fantasies that suddenly cross my mind.

Did the ritual unleash a different power in the king? Or am I just highly aware of the hunger in his eyes? The hunger that reflects my sudden wanton need for the dragon king has slick gathering between my thighs without the crotch of a panty to catch it.

I don’t know much about the ritual ceremony—actually, I know nothing about it since no one could have cared to inform me about the logistics. I am only the human breeding slave, after all.

But right now, the way the king stares at me with intensely hungry eyes, I no longer feel like a measly human.

I am the king’s prey, and he makes it known that he’s the cruel dragon king predator when he keeps his eyes on mine even as he rounds the stone and makes his way toward me. My pulse ignites, my chest heaving uncontrollably as I fear not my death, my impending doom, as he closes in on me.

It must be my downfall on the horizon because I was wrong if I thought I could dodge the attraction I felt for him. The ritual must have made it impossible to deny the pleasures my body desperately craves.

Pleasures only King Haidën can administer, like when he devoured my being with one kiss in the changing room. Out here, in the open, there’s nowhere to escape.

It’s not that I want to escape, I realize grimly. My body wants nothing more than to feel the enemy’s touch.

I should hate the dragon king, but instead, I want him.

Chapter 10 - Haidën

My heart’s rapid beat drums in my ears, blurring my vision but keeping it clear enough to see Althea, my eyesight focused on her while everything around us blurs.

It’s such a strange thing to experience, but I have no reason to question it where I would have questioned my motive for wanting the human so desperately.

It just feels… natural. As natural as breathing, I don’t even need to think about the fact that she’s just a measly human.

All I can see now is her ethereal beauty, how she naturally exudes a palpable aura of brilliant, radiant gold that matches my dragon when it is out in full form. As my heart pounds with fervent speed, I almost lose the ability to breathe until I’m able to hear her breathing, thanks to my silence.

Her subtle breaths turn to heavy breathing, and she’s almost panting now. My inner dragon’s razor-sharp vision, heightened by the bonding of our energies through the mating ritual, is stronger than ever now, and I pick up every little movement she makes.

Like the shift of her foot against the dirt, and the whisper of her robe when a gentle wind passes.

That damned robe… I think disparagingly when I recall what I felt when I saw her enter the clearing with two guards gripping her arms. The rage was the most primal I ever felt, and it was all because of a foolish tradition I created to distinguish a human slave from the others during the night of the mating ritual.

Right now, I’m brave enough to admit to myself that I felt the bitterness of jealousy coursing through my veins like alethal poison when I saw two other men holding her, touching her when no one should be anywhere near her. Not while she’s dressed like that in a sheer robe, which leaves very little to the imagination

The unfiltered bout of possessiveness was consuming enough to send a mind link to my men, warning them to stop releasing her at once or face the implications of taking too long to let go. It was before the ritual had even begun, yet it was alarming how intense that jealousy was.

Now that our energies are bound by the ritual conducted by Mother, in The Spine’s sacred site, I feel that very same electrifying possessiveness coursing through my veins, and we’re alone now.

We’re alone so that we can complete the mating ritual—the consummation that will certainly sow my seed for the growth of an heir to The Spine monarch. Even then, the outcome seems futile while I’m feeling this way, crazed, like the lunatic who showed up the night before, giving me a taste of what was to come when the ritual was complete.

I feel it now, a manic sensation fueling my bones and racing through my bloodstream, having me see nothing else except the unyielding need to feel Althea within my palms and meet her lips like I did the other day.

Only this time, it will be different when I rip that sorry excuse for a robe off her body.

I have to have her. Ineedto have her.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to devour the human, strip her of the robe, and make her mine in the most primal, carnal way that exists. I’ve wanted many things in my life, like kingdoms and power, but the greed for the human is overwhelming now.

There’s no need to make sense of it, not when I smell her pheromones wafting through the air, strong despite the wind that blows out. As a rapid flow of blood pools in my core, firming my cock and filling my scrotum, I know I have to act now, or I’ll go insane.

As I take a crucial step forward, I notice the way Althea’s breath hitches in her throat, lodged there as she remains frozen by the penetration of my eyes. My mind races with the possibilities of tonight’s quest, but I can’t break eye contact with her, the focal point of her hypnotizing me.

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