My Ancient Dragon: The First Mortal Breath
They say stone doesn't feel. They're wrong.
Sloane Emerson climbs the Devil's Rib with a jar of cold ashes and a heart that's already half-broken, hoping the mountain can hold the goodbye she never got to say.
One slip. One cut. One drop of blood.
And the mountain breathes back.
Kaelith, an ancient dragon king cursed into stone, wakes in the middle of a storm, and Sloane learns the first rule of this peak: you don't simply leave once the Devil's Rib decides you belong to it. A tether snaps tight between them, binding her heartbeat to his survival, turning every mile into a bargain she never agreed to sign.
But Kaelith isn't the only thing that wakes.
A secret order called the Wardens has been waiting for centuries, building cages out of iron and greed, hunting the mountain's hidden power like it's fuel. And Sloane's father didn't die the way the world told her; he left behind clues, warnings, and a truth buried deep inside the Rib's core.
To survive, Sloane must do the one thing grief never taught her how to do: choose life, while the world tries to turn love into a weapon.
Because the artifact at the heart of the mountain, the First Mortal Breath, is real.
And whoever controls it won't just own the dragon.
They'll own the future.
A slow-burning romance fantasy filled with haunted longing, ancient magic, forced proximity, and a dangerous bond that turns silence into a promise.
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