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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 4 The Prince's Wrath

Word Count: 736    |    Released on: 15/09/2026

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my study, feeling the familiar,

slayer Gold weapons hanging on the wall gleamed faintly in the dim light of the crystal lamps,

upting my brooding. "Your Highness," he said, d

see her. Send her back to the Carlisles." A Dragonless nobody.

My dragon's breath, a sign of my po

e said... she said she's not here to marry you. She's h

striking the heart of my deepe

knew. How did she know? Was this a plot

was to kill her. S

iver of hope, pushed through. What

n must have thought I was about t

my voice a cold

, standing alone. She was slender, yet her posture was unnervingly straight, as if the oppressive glo

walked in, her steps

s, my large frame casting her completely in shadow. I growle

ightly at the harsh sound, but she didn't step back. "I a

r wrist and yanking her toward me. "A Dragonless girl from th

felt like it would snap in

, a sheen of sweat appearing on her brow. I noticed a fa

nt. It was clean, but foreign. It wasn't the sce

ent you?" I tig

her head hit the wa

es held no fear, only a cold, bur

yself. It seems the rumors are true. The Prince... is

e face. No one had ever dar

ody went limp, a

efore she hit the floor. She was as light

ood that now trickled from the wound on her templ

toward my chambers. Her blood smeared ag

" I be

out everything there is to know about Seraphina Carlisle, from t

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon
The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon
“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.”