

Mate to the King
In a world ruled by powerful dragon shifters, Jaxon, the Dragon King, faces a brewing storm. Whispers of weakness plague his court, fueled by his bond with Ash, a former dragon hunter and his fated mate. As interspecies tensions rise and ancient prophecies stir, Jaxon must navigate treacherous politics, protect his mate, and uphold his crown, all while battling the ghosts of a brutal past. Will their unique bond be their greatest strength or their ultimate downfall?The scent of charred rock and distant sulfur hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort for Jaxon. He watched Lance, one of the younger trainees, fumble with his sword, a barely concealed irritation flickering in his eyes. The morning sun, a fiery orb over the volcanic peaks, cast long, distorted shadows across the training grounds.
“I still can't believe you beat me,” Lance muttered, his voice laced with resentment.
Jaxon suppressed a sigh. Here it came, the same tired argument. He twirled the obsidian knife in his hand, its perfectly carved blade catching the light. It was sharp enough to cut through anything, a testament to its craftsmanship.
“And why is that?” Jaxon asked, feigning casual interest, though he knew the answer already.
Lance’s jaw clenched. “You’re fucking the dragon hunter,” he growled, the words a low, venomous hiss. Ash, lounging nearby, shifted slightly, a silent warning.
Jaxon's eyebrow arched. “Would you like me to fuck you instead?” he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips, watching Lance's eyes widen in genuine shock.
