The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 5 A Glimmer of Concern

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rown me onto a large, soft bed, but the mot

face looming over me. His golden eyes were n

, aggravated by the collision with the wall and

y eye, blurring my vi

d. "Stop playing dead

ind and redeeming the cheapest painkiller available. I

wers if I'm not alive. If you keep bein

n either side of my body, trapping me in his shadow. The scent of him-molten g

kill you?" he whispered,

Kill me, and who will cure your poiso

of his dragon's presence became almost suffocating. He reache

k, and my body gave out. My head fell back, cracki

s plunged into darkness. The last thing I heard was his lo

uch on my forehead. The movement w

Highness, her wound is deep.

her

ith the sharp edge of his fury blunted

d against my tempel, the pr

ysical treatment detected. Assessing... Result: Profe

of a dragon guard, his expression serious, was tending

locked on Kael's hands, his brow deeply furrowed. He didn't come clo

on's side. "The bleeding has stopped," he reported in a

ent, then waved a hand. Kae

uiet, only the

m out. I closed my eyes, letting mys

no one di

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Zhao Da Fantasy

“I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind-my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.”