The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Scorched Intentions

MIRAEL

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From her concealed perch within the crumbling shadow of an abandoned stonework balcony, Mirael observed the scene below. Villagers danced and laughed, blissfully unaware of the danger pulsing at the heart of their celebration.

But Mirael’s gaze remained locked on the firepit at the center of it all.

From here, she saw everything.

A slow, victorious smile curled her lips as her fingers brushed over the onyx ring on her hand-the ring that had made this night possible. Her illusions were potent on their own, but the ring amplified them, cloaking her presence completely.

And tonight, it had helped her finally settle the score.

With Eirlys.

That pale, delicate creature had taken so much from her. Praise. Favor. Attention. And most of all

Kierygan. All of it should have been hers.

It had taken her weeks, months even. The palace grounds were too heavily warded for her illusions

to slip through unnoticed, and Eirlys was always guarded. By that guard who always lurks nearby, that infuriating tutor Solara, and that simpering vampire, Evander. Even Orryx and Callum have

grown fond of her. As if she were their queen.

But tonight, the gods had finally smiled on her.

Eirlys had stepped beyond the palace grounds. And Mirael hadn’t wasted the opportunity.

While all eyes looked to the skies, she cloaked Eirlys, bound her, and dragged her to the pyre with

magic. But the blows to Eirlys’ head? Those were by her own hands. And it felt delicious.

All she had to do now… was watch.

The anticipation made her heart pound. She looked up, eyes gleaming as Kierygan soared

overhead in his dragon form, wings vast against the night sky. Any moment now, he would breathe

fire, and the girl would be ashes.

All of Mirael’s frustrations, her jealousy, her pain, would be scorched away with Eirlys.

Out of nowhere, a voice rose behind her, snatching her from the edge of her triumph.

“Whatever you’re up to this time,” the voice said coolly, “I know it’s nothing good.”

Mirael stiffened, her head snapping to the side. From the deeper shadows of the tower steps

emerged a familiar figure, his eyes sharp and accusing. Ansel.

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She narrowed her gaze. “What are you doing here?”

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Ansel folded his arms and leaned casually against a crumbling brick wall. “I could ask you the

same thing,” he said with a smirk. “You told everyone this morning you were off to visit a sick

friend. And yet… here you are.”

He pushed off the wall and took a slow step closer “I knew that couldn’t be right,” he said. “You don’t have any friends. And you’d never miss this festival. Not unless you had something better

planned.”

Mirael’s mind raced, fingers twitching at her sides as she debated whether to silence him for good.

But Ansel was a strong werewolf-big, fast, and not easily taken down. She forced herself to stay

calm.

“You don’t know anything,” she said coolly.

Ansel stepped closer, eyes hard. “I’m not as stupid as you think,” he said, his voice cold. “You used

1. Made me believe there was something real between us. And the moment you walked free, you tossed me aside like garbage.”

Mirael flinched. Just barely. This wasn’t the same young wolf she once toyed with. But she held her

smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”

“The same thing a manipulative witch like you would.” His tone dropped. “Return the favor. I could

go straight to the king. Tell him you’re out here, probably plotting something nasty for his precious

glowing girl.”

Mirael let out a humorless laugh. “You think anyone would believe you?” she scoffed. “That they’d

take your word over mine?”

Ansel gave a low chuckle. “Maybe not before. But that was before Lady Eirlys.”

He strolled to the banister beside her, eyes lifting to the dragon circling above the festival. “The

king might not believe every word,” he said, pausing. “But even a whisper of a threat against her

would be enough to land you in serious trouble.”

Mirael’s smile wavered. She couldn’t afford to be questioned. Not with what she knew. Not with

Ulyanna’s truth potion, which would drag every vile thing she’d done to Eirlys into the open. Torture

she could endure. Confession, she could not.

Her jaw tightened. “What do you want?”

Ansel’s smirk deepened as his hand slid to her waist. “You know what I want,” he breathed. “And I

want it now… or I could just head back down there and tattle.”

For a long moment, Mirael said nothing. Her lips thinned, her jaw taut. She’d lost this battle-for

now. But not for long.

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At last, she exhaled a slow, bitter sigh. “Fine.”

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He wasted no time. With a firm grip, he turned Mirael to face the festival below, pressing her forward against the banister.

Mirael braced herself against the cold stone, knuckles white as Ansel yanked at the hem of her tight dress, seams straining under his rough grip.

She cried when, without warning or preparation, Ansel entered her from behind.

There was no pleasure in the way he roughly moved in and out of her. No tenderness. No care. The eager young wolf from before was gone. This Anse only knew how to take.

Mirael didn’t fight it, didn’t even flinch when his palm struck to punish her bottom. She kept her eyes fixed on the sky, on the dragon that circled overhead like a death omen.

Ansel may have bested her tonight. But that didn’t matter.

She had won the greater victory.

Kierygan’s jaw finally opened, raining fire down upon the pyre.

Upon Eirlys.

The sight alone thrilled Mirael in a way nothing else could. Her breath hitched, her body trembling

with a pleasure that had nothing to do with the man thrusting behind her.

Ansel pulled away the moment he was finished, but Mirael didn’t move. She made no effort to fix her skirt or turn to face him. Her eyes remained locked ahead.

Curious, Ansel followed her gaze, if only to understand what made her so entranced.

At first, it was nothing but flames, tall and wild, dancing in the night.

Then Mirael’s eyes narrowed-just as Ansel noticed it too. A flicker within the fire, shifting,

reshaping.

A figure.

A girl, crawling out from the heart of the blaze.

Hair trailing like molten silver, skin aglow in the firelight, her gown already devoured by fire. But her

skin… untouched. Unburnt. Unbroken.

Eirlys.

The fire seemed to part for her, curling away as she moved through it.

Mirael’s breath caught. “No,” she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. “No, that’s not. She can’t—”

Ansel turned to her slowly, astonishment spreading across his face, followed by something colder:

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“I knew you were up to no good tonight,” he said, his voice low and edged like a blade.

Mirael staggered back, her mind reeling. This wasn’t possible. No one survived dragonfire.

“Stay away from me,” she hissed.

But Ansel didn’t move. His eyes were no longer on the fire. They were fixed squarely on her.

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“Oh no,” he said, his voice low and grim. “You don’t get to give the orders anymore. I was right. You

tried to get rid of the girl. Too bad it didn’t work.”

Mirael had never looked so defeated.

For the first time in years, her mask slipped. No cold smile, no cutting retort. Just breathless

silence and wide, panicked eyes fixed on the girl rising from the fire.

Even from this distance, the crowd’s roar reached her-cheers of awe and reverence. She wouldn’t

admit it, but she, too, was stunned.

She turned to Ansel, fear not yet in her voice, but thick in her throat. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she said quietly. “Please… not a soul.”

Ansel studied her, unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiled. But there was nothing kind in it.

“Alright,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, laced with steel. “I won’t. As long as you hold up your

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