Confined to my bed, her fragile form writhed in agony—emerald eyes glistening with silent pleas as the mysterious heat consumed her. A human shouldn't experience such torment, yet here she was, body convulsing through waves of primal desire that left her gasping and trembling. Her desperate touches, the arching of her spine, the strangled moans escaping her lips—all of it shattered my control. I approached despite her warnings, drawn by something I couldn't resist. "Please, don't come closer," she begged, even as another surge wracked her body and she screamed into the darkness. She was weakening fast, and her suffering gnawed at something deep within me. One touch could change everything—legend whispered that sleeping with her would strip me of my werewolf powers entirely. Yet watching her deteriorate, knowing I could ease her pain, I surrendered to temptation and accepted whatever price awaited. What I didn't comprehend in that moment was her true nature. She wasn't merely a slavish whore bound to an Alpha King—she was a female dragon, enslaved and hidden beneath human vulnerability. A dragon's first intimate encounter created an unbreakable mate bond. And once claimed, her hunger for him would become insatiable, an endless craving that neither of them could escape.