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Ashes and Silver: Reborn to Save My Dragon Mate

Chapter 5

Word Count: 638 | Released on: 09/09/2026

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“I forced my destitute Dragonkin fiancé to sign a severance contract right before the Triad Tournament. I told him my future had no room for a disgraced boy whose family owed blood debts to dark alleys. But when a maddened dragon broke its chains and unleashed a wall of white-hot fire toward the student stands, he didn't run. He abandoned his chance at glory, vaulted the stone barricade, and threw his frail body directly over mine. I watched his flesh blister and his worn robes turn to ash as he shielded me from the inferno. His blood boiled as it dripped onto my face. "Run," he gasped in my ear, before the flames took him completely. For months, I obsessively relived his death in a Pensieve, suffocating in guilt in an empty house. I realized every milestone of my youth was paved with his blood and silent protection, while I had treated him like absolute garbage. Why did he sacrifice everything to save a woman who threw him away like trash? When the memory basin violently shattered from my grief, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in my second-year magic classroom. Emmett walked in, looking heartbreakingly young, wearing his faded robes and a painfully guarded expression. This time, when the aristocratic students snickered and expected him to hide in the shadows, I stood up and blocked his path. "Sit with me," I told him, refusing to let go of his scarred wrist.”