Page 19 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)

MY GREATEST TREASURE

Khanner Rokoth

The wind rushes past us, the night air cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant embers.

Sunny clings to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her heartbeat steady and sure against my chest.

I fly higher, faster, cutting through the clouds, taking her somewhere no one else has ever been.

She doesn’t ask where we’re going.

She trusts me.

That knowledge settles deep in my chest, a satisfaction more powerful than anything I have ever built, owned, or conquered.

She is mine.

And now, I am taking her home.

We land atop the highest peak in the range that borders Obsidian City, a secluded mountain that has long belonged only to me.

Sunny gasps as I lower her to the stone platform, her eyes wide as she takes in the hidden cavern before her.

It glows with soft, golden firelight, flickering off the walls of obsidian and quartz, illuminating the treasures I have collected over centuries.

Artifacts. Ancient tomes, priceless metals, enchanted relics.

And yet, none of them compare to her.

She turns to me, awe-struck.

“This is your hoard?” she breathes.

I step closer, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze.

“Yes. And now, so are you.”

Her breath catches, her fingers tightening around mine.

“I mean it,” I murmur, voice rough. “You are my greatest treasure.”

Her eyes soften, shining under the silver glow of the stars.

Then, with a signal, I summon our witnesses.

A soft rustle of fabric. A hum of magic.

The priestess steps forward, her robes flowing like water, the silver chains around her wrists jingling softly in the stillness.

Behind her, our closest friends have gathered—Urul, Royce, Harla, and Mei.

Sunny spins toward me, her mouth parting in shock.

“Khanner,” she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion.

I brush a hand over her cheek, cradling her face.

“I wanted this to be ours,” I murmur. “Our bond, our choice. But I also wanted you to have something real.”

A ceremony. A true, unbreakable vow.

Tears glisten in her lashes.

She nods, silent but sure.

We step forward, hands linked as the priestess begins the binding ritual.

Our fingers are wrapped in silk and gold thread, the spell weaving around us, tying our fates together.

With every whispered incantation, I feel it—our connection strengthening, solidifying, becoming eternal.

And when the priestess lifts her hands and declares us bound by fate, fire, and devotion, Sunny looks up at me, her smile radiant.

“This is perfect,” she whispers.

I press my forehead to hers.

“It’s only the beginning.”

The ceremony fades into the night, our guests leaving us alone beneath the stars.

The firelight flickers across her skin as I lay her down against the silken furs, my body hovering just above hers.

Her breath stutters, her fingers curling into my shirt.

I kiss her slowly, reverently, like she is the rarest, most priceless thing I have ever possessed.

Because she is.

And tonight, I will show her.

Again.

And again.

Until the morning sun rises, and she is wrapped in nothing but my arms and my name.

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