Everyone Feared The Alpha King's Dragon — She Healed It, And He Chose Her As His Bride

With a deafening surge of magic, Vera redirected the dark energy, shooting a beam of pure light straight into the iron clamps binding Synindrath’s wings.

CRACK!

The heavy iron clamps shattered into a thousand pieces.

Synindrath stretched his colossal black wings for the first time in years, the wind from his powerful wingbeats knocking Vane off his feet and throwing him over the edge of the platform into the bubbling magma below. His screams were instantly swallowed by the fire.

The great dragon stood at his full, majestic height. He let out a triumphantly roaring thunder that shook the very foundations of Mount Voros.

Up on the ledge, Vera collapsed to her knees, completely spent, her breathing weak and thready. The curse was finally gone from her wrists, burned away by the raw dragon-magic that had flooded her system.

Footsteps pounded down the stone stairs.

Valdrich burst into the cavern, covered in shadow-beast blood, his sword dripping red. He stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the scene: Vane gone, Synindrath fully unchained, and Vera lying pale on the stone floor.

Synindrath lowered his massive head, gently nudging Vera with his snout, sliding her toward the King.

Valdrich dropped his sword, falling to his knees beside her, scooping her up into his arms. "Vera! Vera, look at me!"

Vera slowly opened her eyes, a weak, small smile touching her lips. "The dragon... is free..."

Valdrich pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hitching in his chest. "You absolute, foolish, incredible woman." He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his heart pounding against her cheek. "The kingdom outside is falling. Malakor’s army has surrounded the inner courtyard. I need my Queen."

Vera looked into his pale steel eyes, seeing no longer a cold tyrant, but a man who had finally found his match—a King who would tear down the world to protect her.

"Then let us go fight," Vera whispered.

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