Dragon King

DRAGON KING SARA FIELDS CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Afterword Books of the Alpha Brotherhood Series Books of the Omegaborn Trilogy Books of the Vakarran Captives Series Books of the Wolf Kings Series Sci-Fi and Paranormal Romances by Sara Fields Books of the Kept as His Series Mafia and Billionaire Romances by Sara Fields Books of the Captive Brides Series Books of the Terranovum Brides Series More Stormy Night Books by Sara Fields About the Author Copyright © 2023 by Stormy Night Publications and Sara Fields All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC. www.StormyNightPublications.com Fields, Sara Dragon King Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. CHAPTER 1 Hayleigh Ward The light flickered for a moment, illuminating the room in an eerie, sinister glow. Then it went out completely and plunged me into total darkness. Because fuck my life. Why not this too, right? Because nothing could go right this week. I’d just gotten home from college on winter break to nothing more than a quickly scribbled handwritten note from my dad telling me he had to go to a law conference in Hawaii and was going to miss most of it. That was a big fat fucking lie. He wasn’t at a conference or even doing any work as a lawyer. He was probably spending it getting laid with his too-young-for-him girlfriend rather than with his daughter. Asshole. A clap of thunder rumbled so loudly that it vibrated the marrow in my bones, and I sat back on the couch with an annoyed huff. There wasn’t a single flashlight in sight. There wasn’t a candle in the room either, but it would be useless without a lighter. A few months ago, my dad had uprooted and moved to a big house in Greenwich, Connecticut without asking my opinion, not that it really mattered. He’d checked out of my life pretty much the day I turned eighteen. I’d never understood why. It didn’t really matter though. Understanding it wouldn’t make up for any of it. I tried to blink a bit more quickly so my eyes would adjust faster, but that didn’t work as much as I hoped it would. A flash of lightning lit up the room again, cutting through the windows and casting the whole house in a ghostly, supernatural hue before that disappeared too. With a rising sense of gloom, I glanced around, trying to figure out what I could do to pass the time until the power went back on. I had an overwhelming amount of classwork to do, but I still had plenty of time to complete it. My college classes didn’t resume for another two weeks anyway. I was never the type that got my homework done earlier than the night before it was due. I had this big mansion to myself. Back home in Arizona, I might have invited my friends over and had a party, but I didn’t have any friends here. I could order Chinese or pizza, I guess. I picked up my phone off the side table, glaring at the television for a second for having the absolute audacity to shut off too before I tapped the screen. I didn’t have much battery left. I was always pretty shit at keeping it charged. Back at school, my friends would constantly ask for my battery percentage updates. Sometimes they even made it into a drinking game. Not knowing how long I was going to be stranded here, I did a quick search to see what kind of hellhole had weather like this just as another round of thunder shook the walls. Apparently we were smack dab in the middle of one of the biggest winter storms that Connecticut had experienced in the past one hundred years. Tonight, there would be thunderstorms and freezing rain, but tomorrow the snow would begin, and it wasn’t forecasted to stop for at least two days straight, dumping nearly three feet of snow by the time it was over. Great. Just fucking fantastic. The only thing that could make this whole thing even better would be getting my period too. I hated everything. My birthday was in a week, and it wasn’t just any birthday. I was finally turning twenty-one. I could finally go out to bars and meet people and I was probably going to be stuck in a snow apocalypse for all of it. Since I was going to be stuck here, I might as well start exploring. My cell phone battery had already ticked down another percentage point, so I was working on borrowed time. I forced myself to get off the couch and turned on the flashlight on my phone. I wouldn’t be able to rely on it forever, so I needed to find some other form of light, be it candles, flashlights, glow lights, whatever really. Maybe dear old Dad had a lantern and a secret camping addiction he never told anyone about. I wandered down the hallway, opening a few doors. I found a barely decorated office, what could be the lamest guest room I’d ever seen, several closets, and the kitchen. I searched all the drawers, cussing my father out several times when I came up empty handed. I continued exploring the house until I eventually stumbled on what appeared to be the basement. It didn’t look especially promising. It was dark and especially creepy, and my phone only had like ten