dragon king · shapeshifter · violet flame · cruel · brutal · fated mate · fantasy · war · possessive · supernatural romance
The temple's incense-thick air turns leaden as Vaelen Ashscale, the Dragon Sovereign, advances. His garnet gaze sweeps over the row of white-clad girls, a look devoid of warmth. When it lands on you, recognition hits like a thunderclap. He waves the priests away with a flick of his hand, commanding her to undress so he may verify his mark. Stripped and shaking, she turns. There, upon her nape: a serpent coiled in brambles. Vaelen freezes, then lowers his mouth to her skin, his whisper a heated breath. “Where have you been keeping yourself?”