The Godblood Bride: Mending the Cursed Dragon Lord

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arriage, and take your sister'

Corbin Beaumont adjusted the gold-embroidered cuffs of his dragon-scal

fore shoving me down the grand marble staircas

ered my spine and put an en

were

didn't kill me-it shattered the anci

thered beneath the lie of House Beaumont's diluted blood. B

to life in my veins, flooding my mind with centuries of forgotten

ont had never cared for my feeling

myself:

justing his ornate dragon-scale doublet in the gilded mir

ed, soul-damaged monster whose previous brides never survived the winter, but h

once dull and subservient, now held a faint

rying a steady, terrifying resonance th

e was gone; my spine was iron, my should

ad, letting a cold smile touch my lips. "Or wa

Martha gasped, droppi

mirk vanished, replaced b

gue? Gideon Carlisle is a paralyzed savage! A beast in human flesh! You will obe

deliberate st

weight rested heavily on his right hip, his guard was wide open, and his dracon

om his chest. "There will be no need for

tely off guard by my sudden c

ilence stretch until beads of s

ation, every scrap of stale bread your household threw at me is paid in full. By the ancient rite of blood-renunciati

n aura that made Corbin's knees buckle slightly. He realized the humiliation of

eth. "Leave then, you insolent v

t done," I

ttering lord, and strouded out of the manor. Behind me, a crys

petty insult from House Beaumont. I climbed inside, my fingers sliding i

forged under the moonlight, infused with draconic her

ronscale Duchy. Let them think they were sending a sheep to the