Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride

Chapter 8

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n Grimsby had returned in disgrace, fu

er!" I shrieked.

's wife now," my daughter Cl

l in a coma. Her position is not as secure as she

far prettier than Seraphina. And your bloodline, while not noble, is purer.

horrifie

veget

on Lord. If you can get into his bed and produce an hei

edy ambition cro

PHIN

hes fueled me with a desperate hope. He

in my conquest of

le, wary of outsiders. I, the new lady who had appeared out of nowher

on the battlements and the servants toiling in the

looked startled to see a noble lady in his domain. To the Dragon-born,

omething for the staff. A cooling, sweet

A lady of the castle, cooking

itude," I explained, "for all their

on filled with the sweet aroma of simmering mung

person in the castle, from the guards on the

Gareth took the first bowl with a gruff

rds break into small smiles. I saw tired maids sigh with relief. The way they look

l step, but i

t his chest. Beneath the skin, I could see the faint, rhythmic gold

aced my fingertips dire

ike a tiny bolt of lightning, shot from him into me

ow, guttural sound, a pained and su

eart hammering against my ribs. He had rea

he fell still again, the moment

fically my touch on his Dragon Core, was

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“At the royal feast, the Dragon King raised his goblet to announce my greatest honor: a betrothal to Crown Prince Damien Beaumont-Carlisle. The hall rippled with laughter at me-a cold-blooded "Dragonless," an orphan of a fallen house, clinging to her pathetic, unrequited devotion to the future king. But staring into Damien's golden eyes, I could only feel the agonizing ghost of my past life. He had never loved me. After tiring of me, he threw me into his dungeons and left me to starve. As I lay dying in that endless, freezing darkness, the only warmth I ever felt was a stranger's kindness-a piece of bread and a cup of water, slipped through the bars by Gideon, the "crippled" Dragon Lord of the North. I died forgotten, my years of devotion worth less than nothing to the man I had loved. Then I opened my eyes-and I was back at the exact moment before the King sealed my fate. "My heart already belongs to another," I interrupted, my voice ringing through the silent hall as I stared straight into Damien's shocked face. "I wish to marry the Lord of Ironfang Keep. Gideon Beaumont-Carlisle." I would trade the powerful, living prince for his comatose, wounded uncle. And this time, I would not wait for death to find me. I would wake the sleeping dragon-and make every soul who wronged me regret the day I was reborn.”