My Mad King's Love, Forever Mine

Chapter 7

Word Count: 877 | Released on: 28/04/2026

of the upper tunnels, but the low, rumbl

had flipped a switch deep inside his virus-riddled brain.

pupils were completely blown out, turning his eyes into pools

him felt thick, suffocating. I to

ovement tri

en l

me, driving me backward until my spine hit t

ose gravel and dust rained down on my hair. He had me completely caged. His enormous b

ressively into the crook of my neck. He in

he lingering, crisp scent of Cassian's cologne

violently. He let out a furious, de

ark red tongue, covered in rough, sandpaper-like barbs, l

gged a wire brush over my flesh. I gasped, my hands flyi

nto hot, indignant rage. I was not a piece of pro

s like trying to push a boulder up a

y shoulder and began to violently rub his face against my cheek, my ne

f me, replacing it with the overwhelming, musk

t once. It flooded my lungs, making my head spin and my

e pain of the scraping scales, and the utter humiliation of being treated like a mark

flicked out and

e salt. He t

ovements slam

the crimson in his eyes swirl, a brutal war between his f

wered his head and gently, clumsily nudged my cheek with his soft nose. It

heaving, gulping in air. My heart pound

ly clamped his fangs around the collar of

ive head, he ripped the thick

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the shredded rags into the darkness. He had destroy

thing but my thin white undershirt. The damp, fr

of absolute satisfaction. His scent n

ut this time, he pressed his hard, s

istance between us was zero. The air crackled with a thick, dange

sound came from deep within his chest, like rocks crushing against each other. It w

n shock as his ja

as spoken in the oldest, most ancient dialect of the Vor

the meaning, sending a violent

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“For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure. When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex." To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft. Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King. He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me. He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear. I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye. But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure. The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand. His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest. "Mine." I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.”