Sacrificed to the Abyss: Pregnant with the Dragon God's Heir

I was the most revered pureblood Light heir.

In my past life, I married the Supreme Holy Knight, Arthur, only to give birth to an Ash-blood cub—the lowest of all.

In a rage, he incinerated my baby alive. He then dragged my bleeding, postpartum body into a saltwater dungeon to drain my magic, leaving me to be devoured by venomous insects.

Meanwhile, my lowly Ash-blood sister miraculously birthed a Light-blood cub. Stepping on my corpse, she became the realm's new ruler.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our Mate-Selection Ceremony. Arthur publicly rejected me and chose my sister.

Seeing his smug, calculating smirk, I knew immediately: he had been reborn, too.

But how could a parasitic knight, who survived entirely by draining his wife's magic to fake a holy bloodline, ever father a supreme dragon?

.....

"I refuse to bond with Elena. I choose Serena."

My eyes snapped open. My gaze dropped to the man kneeling before the altar.

Arthur. My husband from my past life.

I had been reborn. Back to the exact day my nightmare began.

In my past life, I stood in this exact spot. I placed my hand in Arthur's.

Every night after our wedding, I willingly fed him my pure magic to sustain his fake holy aura, pushing him to the absolute pinnacle of power.

And my reward?

When I birthed a cub with dull, grey scales, Arthur didn't even wait for the umbilical cord to be cut. He summoned his Holy Fire and burned my baby alive.

Screaming that the child was a filthy Ash abomination, he dragged me to the water dungeon.

Using a purification array, he drained my protective crest and magic, drop by drop.

He used that stolen power to fake a Holy Miracle and crown Serena—my bastard sister—as the new heir. He sucked me dry to build their empire.

Right on cue, a delicate gasp came from my left. Serena covered her mouth, stepping back like a frightened dove.

But looking past her shielding fingers, I caught the uncontrollable, predatory ecstasy flashing in her eyes.

She was reborn, too.

Her arrogant glare told me she had returned with the memories of a victor. This time, she didn't want to pretend; she wanted to steal Arthur right from the start.

Without warning, a crushing aura slammed into the Sanctuary. In the front rows, a dozen low-ranking nobles instantly dropped to their knees.

My father—the continent's only Star Ancient Dragon—rose from his golden throne.

"Repeat what you just said." His voice wasn't loud, but it made eardrums bleed. His dark-gold, slitted pupils locked onto Arthur.

Arthur gritted his teeth.

Under the oppressive Star aura, veins popped in his neck, but he refused to lower his head. "My Lord, I request to bond with your second daughter, Serena, instead of your designated heir."

In a world where bloodline dictated your right to breathe, Star was absolute. Then came Light, Silver, Red-flame, and finally, Ash.

My father ruled as a dictator because of his Star lineage.

I was raised to be the perfect vessel of the Light.

Serena was just an Ash-blood bastard born from a maid.

Arthur's action was a public slap to my father's face. He was announcing that the Duke's proudest heir was worse than Ash scum.

"Elena is of the highest Light lineage," my father interrupted violently, raging winds shredding the tapestries. "You are the Supreme Holy Knight. Your sole duty is to breed with her. This is an order, Arthur."

Breed.

The word scraped my eardrums like coarse sandpaper. I stared coldly at the man who sired me.

There was no sympathy for his humiliated daughter in his eyes. Only the furious wrath of a disrupted breeding program.

It was the exact same in my past life.

When Arthur stripped my scales and dragged me to the dungeon like a dead dog, my father hadn't sent a single soldier to stop him.

He only wanted a powerful cub to consolidate his power. If Serena could produce one, swapping the vessel made no difference to him.

"Father! I'm begging you!" Serena stumbled forward, falling to her knees in tears. "Lord Arthur and I are truly in love! You can't force him to bond with a woman he loathes!"

"Shut your mouth! Is this floor something a filthy Ash can even step on?!" a Silver-blood Earl scolded from the front row.

Arthur stood up abruptly, unclasped his heavy cape, and stepped forward to shield Serena.

"I loathe her because she is no Light dragon!" Arthur pointed right at my face. "Elena is a fraud! A despicable Ash-blood imposter! She deceived us!"

The crowd erupted in gasps.

The Holy Knights lining the hall reflexively dropped their hands to their broadswords. Their reverent eyes were instantly replaced by hostility.

I didn't step back. My nails dug into my palms.

I knew he would play this card.

From his reborn perspective, my birthing an Ash cub in our past life was ironclad proof I was a fake.

Nailing me for "bloodline fraud" let him legitimately break the engagement, elevate Serena, and legally strip my magic on the spot under the guise of purging a heretic.

"You are out of your mind!" my father roared, dragon breath gathering in his palms. "Slandering the heir—I could crush your heart this second!"

Facing the dragon breath, Arthur roared back, eyes gleaming with manic calculation. "If she is pure Light, let her reveal her true dragon form in front of everyone! If her scales are white, I will offer my head as your drinking cup! But if she is an Ash... she must be purged by the Sanctuary!"

"Sister, transform! Hurry!" Serena clung to Arthur's armor, crying out to me.

But in a blind spot, her lips twisted into a venomous smile. "Please, prove it to them!"

My maid tugged desperately at my sleeve, near tears. "My Lady, please release your Light aura!"

I looked down.

A violent spasm shot up from my stomach. My spine seemed to remember the utter despair of having my scales ripped out while I was still breathing.

In my past life, Arthur used this exact Sanctuary array to pry off my scales, draining my bloodline crest like a starving vampire.

"Silence."

My father's bone-chilling voice suppressed all commotion. If he didn't squash these rumors right now, his legitimacy would suffer a devastating blow.

"Elena," my father demanded. "Reveal your true form."