บททั้งหมดของ Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

My voice spoke again. “Have you truly chosen between father and child?” It echoed through the throne room, calm, almost curious. “Or are you simply protecting the one who cannot protect itself yet?” I closed my eyes. And this time— I didn’t run from the question. I faced it. Because I understood. This was never about choosing one over the other. It never had been. A slow breath left my lungs. “I didn’t choose between them,” I said quietly. The shadows stilled. Listening. “I chose to trust him.” The words settled. Strong. Certain. “I trust Sol,” I continued, opening my eyes. “I trust that he will come back to me.” My hand rested gently over my stomach. “I’m not placing one above the other,” I said. “I’m standing where I’m needed… and trusting that my partner, my equal, will do the same.” The void shifted. Not in resistance. In acceptance. For the first time since I had arrived— It felt… right. And then— Chaos materialized. Not beside me. At a distance. As

Sol POV The world shifted around us, but not like the void. It wasn’t silent or still. This place was alive. Color burst into existence the moment we arrived, vivid and overwhelming, as if reality itself had been painted with too much intensity. We stood at the edge of a vast lake, its surface shimmering like liquid light, reflecting a sky that didn’t feel entirely real. It stretched endlessly, layered in ways that made it impossible to tell where it began or ended. And we weren’t alone. Thousands of figures moved around us—men, women, children. Souls. Some walked slowly toward the water, others stood still, as if waiting for something they didn’t understand. Maxwell collapsed to his knees the moment we arrived. The chains held him in place, but his body reacted violently, as if the realm itself rejected him. Even I felt it. My chest tightened, and for a moment, breathing became difficult, like the air itself was heavier here, pressing against me, testing me. But I held on. Fo

“If I do this…” I said slowly, my voice steady despite the weight of the moment, “you tell me everything.” Maxwell nodded immediately. I tightened my hold on the chains. “What does Elías plan to do with my son?” The words felt strange. Heavy. Real. Maxwell inhaled sharply, as if even answering that question carried a cost. “Your son…” he began, his voice quieter now, more careful, “will be the first Void Heir to ever exist.” The lake behind him rippled. “Which means…” he continued, lifting his gaze to meet mine, “that even now, he carries the full power of the void in his veins.” My chest tightened. Power. Too much power. Too early. Maxwell swallowed. “To activate that power…” he said, his voice dropping lower, “if Elías cannot mate Aella…” A pause. “He can use your son instead.” The chains flared brighter. “How?” I demanded. Maxwell didn’t hesitate. “He will drain the void through him.” Silence fell. Heavy. Final. “The child would act as a conduit,” Maxwell

Aella POV A soft glow appeared beneath my feet. I looked down. A path of light traced itself across the floor, forming a line that stretched forward into the hallway. A second later, arrows appeared along it—comic, almost playful, pointing the way forward. I glanced at Chaos, but he said nothing. He only watched me, as if this was something I had to choose on my own. So I followed. Each step I took made the light pulse softly beneath me, guiding me forward. We passed a wide staircase that curved upward, wrapped in pale blue and gray tones that felt strangely familiar, like something I would have chosen myself. The arrows didn’t stop. They turned upward. We climbed to the second floor, and the moment my foot touched the last step, the hallway shifted subtly, as if it had been waiting for me to arrive. Doors lined both sides, silent and still. One of them opened slightly as I approached. I stopped. The plaque beside it shimmered faintly. King Aella and King Sol. My breath

Aella POVSol reached for the invitation before I could say anything else.At first, his expression was neutral, focused as he read through it.Then—His eyes widened.“What?” I asked immediately, stepping closer. “What is it?”He didn’t answer right away.He simply turned the invitation toward me.“The wedding…” he said slowly, like he didn’t quite believe it himself, “it’s tomorrow.”My breath caught.“Tomorrow?” I repeated.I looked down at the paper, scanning it quickly, hoping I had misunderstood.I hadn’t.Tomorrow.“No,” I said instantly, shaking my head as panic began to rise. “No, no, no—this is not happening tomorrow.”Everything I had been holding together finally cracked.“I don’t have a dress,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “I don’t have bridesmaids, I don’t have anything planned, I don’t even—”I stopped abruptly.“I haven’t even spoken to Pamela,” I added more quietly.The words felt heavier than everything else.After everything that had happened…After what she ha