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echoed through th

e that Ansley staggered backward a

f our Clan, instantly dropped to one knee, pulling the we

g draconic aura. That violent, invisible force slammed into my chest

Nesting Chamber-the sacred room I had poured six months of blood, sweat, and tears into preparing for our upcoming Mating Ceremony. Now, it was utterly defiled. Th

e most was the garment An

was a single, shimmering dragon scale-Collin's own heart-scale. I remembered the night he gave it to me; he had kissed my forehead

y ignored my mother's tearful warnings, turned my back on my own family, and poured my late father's

ious roar snapped my attention back. His golden dragon eye

tgown right now! I won't take over your job as the Treasury Overseer, either... Lord Collin only let me stay here temporarily because my son i

she tilted her head slightly. From an angle Collin couldn't see at all, sh

oman in his arms, and the gaze he shot

self-righteousness. "Ansley's father died to save my mother! Since you are to be my wife, this is a life debt

escendingly, as if I were

Wearing this nightgown helps heal her damaged meridians! You are perfectly healthy, what does it matter if you lend i

over to give you a chance-a chance to show the entire Clan your mercy and generosity as the Dragon Lady! I was helping you build your authority! But you? Instead of appre

, gaslighting moral kidnapping, a

lously wiped every single finger, as if I had just touched some infectious garb

te disgust, Collin's fur

s like a mountain, attempting to force me to my knees. "Put away your disgusting arrogance!

tremble, but I gritted my teeth

my heart to protect me forever. Yet now, you casually drape that very vow, along with my most intimate gift, over your mistress to heal her. You let her defile my sacred nest. Now, under the hypocritical

uld actually withstand his aura. "I told you, she's

I cut him off, my vo

e. "What di

nd this parasite, you can keep her as well. I don't want any of this anymore. And I don't want you, either." I p

corridor. Ansley even forgot

hed across his face, finally settling into pure mockery and ab

ed with condescending pity and sarcasm. "Cristin, who do you think you're talking to? Without me, who do you think yo

t the burly guards shifting u

her and throw her into the Obsidian Tower! Lock her up for five days! Let her sober up in the cold,

ed to isolate the clinically insane. The obsidian material would completely da

idn't struggle. I simply turned around and w

unease in his eyes, creep

know was that I had

this Obsidian Tower marked the

pread rumors throughout the entire Clan that I had gon

The position of Treasury Overseer, which I had earned with

ion and secret psychological torment, I w

on," I was dragged to the execution pyre by the outraged Clan,

in was busy comforting a "frightened" Ansley and her

nd my heart like a poisonous v

Tower, listening to the hea

ness, a bone-chilling smirk c

olutely would not l

r open, I will personally shatter this disgusting bond. I will make sure you a