Taming the Black Dragon Alpha
Joy Brown · Completed · 11.5k Words
Introduction
The result? A tragedy.
Isla was tormented by Valerie, Sebastian’s childhood friend, who used the most despicable schemes to break her. And Sebastian? He remained an oblivious, arrogant statue for thirty years, watching Isla wither away like a rose drained of life. She spent her entire existence wilting in the shadows of his palace.
As for me, I followed my family’s orders and married an accountant named Ryan. But the warrior's blood of a martial arts clan runs through my veins, while Ryan was a spineless coward who loathed my "wildness." I found him calculating; he found me untameable. We divorced within two years, and I died alone and forgotten.
But the heavens have given me a second chance. I’ve been reborn!
The covenant between our races only demands a daughter of my family—it never specified which one. This time, I'm not letting Isla go to that hellhole. If a dragon needs a bride, he's getting me.
Chapter 1
"We're swapping grooms!" I announced flatly.
"What?!" Isla's eyes widened in shock.
"You're going to Spirit Forge to marry Ryan. He might be calculating, but he's even-tempered. He knows how to appraise spirit plants, and you know how to cultivate them. You two are a perfect match. He'll never hurt you, and you can live a peaceful life."
"But what about you?" Isla grabbed my hand tightly, shaking her head as tears splashed onto my skin. "No! Fiona, Sebastian is a pureblood black dragon! He's a monster who controls wind and lightning! And with Valerie around… you'll die!"
"Die?" I let out a sneer.
I pulled my hand from hers and spun around.
Crash! A flawless spinning back kick shattered the solid wood coat rack beside me into splinters.
I dusted off my hands. "I might not have dragon magic, but I had highly resistant to that Dragon Aura bullshit. And as for Valerie's fake-innocent little tricks? I'll knock her down every time she tries one on me."
"As for that black dragon?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I can handle the pressure on Black Stone Island. If he dares to mess with me, I'll slam him into the ground and show him who's really in charge!"
No hesitation. No regrets. Living life on my own terms—that was all that mattered.
Isla stared at me, stunned speechless by my outburst.
I didn't give her a chance to back out. I ripped the white bridal veil off my head and grabbed a heavy duffel bag packed with weapons and essentials. "It's settled. I'm going to meet that black dragon."
"Fiona! Get out of that portal right now! You arrogant, crazy girl!" My father's furious roar echoed across the portal plaza.
He tried frantically to rush over, but the spell's barrier blocked him. "You're giving up a perfectly good life in Spirit Forge to go to Black Stone Island?! Do you think pureblood dragon shifters are someone to mess with?! How did I raise someone so reckless…"
Looking at my father's face—filled with anger and helplessness—I clenched my jaw. But I told myself: this time, I wasn't making a mistake.
Black Stone Island was dangerous. Sebastian was a cold-blooded shifter. But so what? If we clicked, we'd make it work. If not, I'd break his dragon bones and dump him! It wasn't like I'd just drop dead without a man.
"I'm going to Black Stone Island to get married! If he pisses me off, I'll come right back!" I yelled across the barrier to my father.
The next second, the blinding light of the portal swallowed me whole.
When my feet hit solid ground again, the scenery had completely changed. The sky was overcast, and fierce winds howled around me.
Right away, a crushing pressure slammed down on me.
Dragon Aura.
It was the unique magnetic field of Black Stone Island—the natural suppression pureblood dragons exerted over lower-tier creatures.
An ordinary low-tier human stepping foot here would instantly feel severe vertigo, their stomach churning before they passed out and collapsed to their knees.
In your dreams. I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue to keep myself sharp.
Pale-faced, I took a deep breath of the harsh air, hoisted my heavy duffel bag, and marched out of the portal's drop zone.
"Sebastian, it smells awful here… and my head hurts so much," a sugary-sweet voice suddenly whined up ahead.
I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked up.
A man and a woman stood in the distance. It was Valerie. That hypocritical, low-tier silver-scaled dragon bitch.
And beside her… my breath caught slightly. My eyes locked onto the man against my will.
He was towering. His posture was as straight and unyielding as a black pine, his shoulders impossibly broad. He hadn’t shifted into his dragon form, yet just standing there was enough to freeze the air around him. His eyes, black as the abyss, were cold to the extreme.
Sensing my stare, his icy gaze swept over me.
Valerie turned her head too, instantly putting on a startled, fragile expression. "Oh, you must be Fiona?"
I ignored her. The portal trip had already worn me out, and fighting off the nausea-inducing Dragon Aura had a fire of irritation burning in my chest. I absolutely couldn't stand pretentious, fake women.
"Sebastian, does she… not like me?" Her voice grew even more pitiful.
I let out a harsh laugh, making zero effort to hide my disgust, and rolled my eyes. "What kind of nonsense is that? Do I even know you?"
I walked straight up to Sebastian, tilting my chin slightly to meet his intense gaze without an ounce of fear. "Stow that cheap Dragon Aura you're using to test me."
Sebastian's pupils contracted just a fraction.
I reached back, pulled out the scroll holding our betrothal pact, and waved it in the air between us. "Read the pact. I am your future contracted mate, Fiona."
Then, I swung my heavy duffel bag and slammed it hard against his rock-solid chest!
I glared at him. "Are you that Sebastian? My Fated Mate?"
"If you are, carry my damn bag, lead the way, and find me a place to rest." I took a step forward, jabbing my finger hard against his chest.
"If you're not—" I gritted my teeth. "Tear up the pact right now, and I'll call off this wedding immediately. I don't have time to play house with you two!"
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