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Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 734    |    Released on: 02/09/2026

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pen. I sat up, ev

t slanted through the high window, illum

sin, T

guards of a Dragon Lord's fortress. To trespass into the lord's private b

tively scrambled backward on the bed, pre

with a sickening combination of lust and greed. He crept towar

a waste for you to be a widow to a living corpse. Come wit

asn't just his own depravity;

voice low and trembling with ra

s dead man can't save you. Once I've had you, you'll be my

e covers and scrambled off the far side of t

mping around my ankle. I shrieked as I

His foul breath was hot on my face as he t

ht like a cornered cat, scratchi

him. He slapped me, hard. S

r and hit something cold and hard. It was the hilt of the massive swo

vy and ornate, its hilt

the hilt and pulled. It was incredibly heavy, but the wil

blindly, a clums

e tip of the blade sliced across his a

!" he howled, cl

most as tall as I was, the blade trembling violently from the weight. I w

But his greed and lust quickly won out. "You think you can e

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large, warm hand cove

ingers, steadying the heavy h

efore, suddenly felt as light as a feather. The wavering t

looked over

of golden eyes, deep and dark as a

He was

He looked at the man sitting up in the bed, at the point of the sword a

ance at him. His gaze

and raspy from disuse, he

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Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride
Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride
“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.”