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How the hell did this happen?! How the hell could this happen?! All his life, he had been told that one could only have one breedmate, and he had already had his. She had been tragically taken away from him, and he had been forced to live with that painful truth.
But now… now, it all felt like a cruel joke.
Dear goodness! Marina... He remembered the way she had made him feel, how she had once consumed his every thought, how she had been the center of his world. But now? Now, it was like there was a gaping emptiness where she used to be. She would always be special to him, a part of his past he would never forget. But she no longer had that hold over him.
She no longer occupied his thoughts during the day or filled his dreams at night.
Fuck! He could barely even recall the sound of her voice, let alone the feelings he once had. And that was not the worst part, since Elysia walked into his life, everything had shifted. Every moment spent with her had stripped away the remnants of what he once felt for Marina.
He had met Marina a few years after he was crowned King of Valeria. She had been one of the courtesans gifted to him by a few of the neighboring kings as a means of congratulation.
At first, it had been nothing more than a formal gesture. But then she stood out among the others. She was also a dragon like him, and the moment their eyes met, Azrael couldn't help but be drawn to her. She had an undeniable beauty, not just in her looks but in the way she carried herself—graceful, confident, and modest all at once. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before.
The more time they spent together, the more he found himself captivated by her. Eventually, he discovered that she was his breedmate, the one he was destined to share his life with. Azrael had never been happier. For the first time, he felt like he had found something he could truly cherish. He had even begun making plans to marry her, to make her his queen, once everything settled.
But fate had other plans.
She... she died.
The words still felt unreal on his tongue, a dull ache that never fully left his chest. He had been willing to build a future with her, to make her everything, but the cruel hand of fate had torn her from him far too soon.
It took Azrael a long time to get over Marina's death. Losing her had shattered something inside him, a piece of himself that felt like it would never heal. The breedmate bond they shared made it worse. Every day, he blamed himself for not saving her. He wished there was something he could have done.
They had spent so much time together, and she had taught him more than he realized. One thing he'd always remember was how to paint. It used to calm him, but after she died, he couldn't even bring himself to pick up a brush. The drawing room, once full of laughter and color, became a cold, empty space. Azrael couldn't face it anymore. He abandoned it. His whole life felt like it had gone dark and hollow.
Then Elysia came into his life. At first, it was just to distract him, something to take his mind off the pain. But every time he saw her, it was like a spark, something more. He hadn't expected it to feel this intense, but it did.
And now, she was in his bed. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He never let anyone get this close to him. But he couldn't let her go. She meant something different to him, something he couldn't explain, but he wasn't about to lose her like he lost Marina. She was staying—no matter what.
Feeling tired and sleepy, Azreal closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest. He would figure out what would happen tomorrow, but for now, all he could do was enjoy the warmth of his lover for the night.
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When the clock hit nine in the morning, Elysia opened her eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the room. Apparently, they had forgotten to shut the curtains last night. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, her body still heavy with tiredness.
Azreal was lying next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist and breasts, pressing her back against his hard body. Her face flushed red as she recalled everything that had happened the night before. She couldn't help but smile at the thought..
When she tried to move her body, her eyes widened as she felt his hard member poking her backside. The smooth skin of his manhood rubbing against her backside, Elysia liked the feel of his skin against hers. She moved again and Azreal's hold around her tightened.
He growled in her ears, a sound that vibrated in his chest sending shivers down her spine. "You naughty woman, what are you trying to do?" His deep voice against her ear made her clench her thighs together. She could already feel the familiar tingling sensation creeping its way from her stomach to settle between her legs.
"Nothing... Good morning, Your Majesty." Elysia pulled away from him to turn around and flashed him a smile.
Azreal arched a brow at her, "Your Majesty? Are we back to that?" His eyes moved to her swollen lips then back to her face.
Elysia blushed even more, "Good morning.. Azreal," calling him by his name was just another type of intimacy that made her toes curl and the way he was looking at her... Elysia followed the trail of his eyes and quickly reached for the blanket, trying to cover her breasts, but Azreal caught her hand before she could reach for the blanket.
"Do not do that, Love," he said, pulling her hand away. "I love looking at you. Every part of you." Azreal whispered before covering her lips with his. He was already hard as a rock and desperately itching to touch her everywhere. He leaned in closer, feasting on her delicious lips. Elysia kissed him back, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer so she could feel every part of him. Her eyes widened when he lifted her effortlessly, positioning her firmly in his lap so she could straddle him, their bodies perfectly aligned.
She could feel his hard member brush against her wet womanly part and Elysia bit on his lips, stopping herself from moaning in pleasure. Azreal pulled away from her lips, his eyes completely hooded as he stared at her like he was planning to ruin her.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Elysia. I find it hard to stop myself from touching you." He whispered against her lips, his fingers caressing her flustered cheeks.
Elysia smiled, a smile that reached and warmed her heart. "You also so incredibly handsome, My King. I want to kiss you all the time." She felt his member swell in reaction to her words.
Azreal's throat bobbled, he wanted nothing more than to get lost in every part of this woman, "Kiss me all you want, Elysia. I am yours."
Elysia smiled, leaning in to kiss him lovingly, her kiss expressing how much she wanted and needed him. Azreal lost control, his desire overwhelming him. In no time, they were consumed by each other, their moans and groans filling the room, echoing off the walls.