Todos los capítulos de Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Aella POVSol took my hand, and together we walked back through the hallway, following the same path I had taken before.This time, I didn’t hesitate.When we reached the door—King Aella and King Sol—it opened on its own.I stepped inside.And stopped.The room was enormous.Not just large—Expansive.A round bed stood at the center, elevated slightly, surrounded by soft fabrics that moved almost like they were alive. The colors were muted, calm, a blend of pale blues, soft grays, and warm undertones that immediately reminded me of something familiar.My breath slowed.A river ran through the floor.Clear water flowed gently across smooth stone, dividing the room naturally. On the other side, I could see the bathroom space, open yet intimate, designed with the same soft tones that wrapped around everything else.It wasn’t extravagant in a cold, distant way.It was… intentional.Alive.I took a few steps forward, my eyes taking in every detail.“This…” I said softly, almost to myself

Sol POVI turned to Aella, keeping my expression steady despite everything running through my mind.“I’m going to speak with my parents,” I told her. “About Maxwell. About what’s coming next.”She studied me for a moment, as if trying to read something deeper in my words, but she didn’t question it.“Don’t take long,” she said quietly.“I won’t.”The moment I stepped out of the room, the door closing softly behind me, I exhaled.“Chaos.”He appeared instantly, as if he had been waiting just beyond the threshold.“My King,” he said, a hint of amusement already in his tone.“I need to go to the Silver pack infirmary,” I said. “Marcus is bringing me something.”Chaos tilted his head slightly, studying me for a moment.“The ring,” he said.Not a question.A statement.I didn’t deny it.“Yes.”Something shifted in his expression, something almost approving.“Finally,” he muttered.Before I could respond, the void moved.It wrapped around us, folding space like fabric being drawn together.

The world folded around me in a familiar pull of shadows and light.When it settled, I was standing inside the castle.Chaos appeared beside me almost instantly, hands already raised, eyes gleaming with excitement.“My King,” he said, “I have prepared at least seven different proposal scenarios. Fireworks, floating constellations, a dramatic sky—”“No.”I didn’t even let him finish.“No chaos, no spectacle,” I said firmly. “I need this to be simple.”He studied me for a moment, then smiled.“Ah… this is about her.”“Yes.”That was all the explanation he needed.“Aella?” I called.The castle shifted, guiding me, and a moment later the space changed—The sanctuary.Not a reflection.The real one.She stood a few steps ahead.Calm.Beautiful.Real.“Aella.”She turned, surprise flickering in her eyes before softening.“Sol?”“I need you to take a walk with me.”She studied me briefly, then nodded.We walked side by side through the sanctuary, silence wrapping around us in a way that felt

Aella POVThe moment I said yes—Sol moved.He pulled me into him and kissed me hard.There was no hesitation, no restraint. His hand came up to the back of my neck, holding me in place as if letting go wasn’t an option, as if he needed to make sure I was real.And I melted into him.My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, pressing myself against him like I could disappear into him, like I could anchor myself there and stay.Everything else faded—the war, the fear, the future.It was just us.The kiss deepened, not rushed, not frantic, but full of something heavier, something grounding, something that said more than words ever could.I leaned into him completely, my forehead brushing his for a brief second before he pulled me back in again, as if even that small distance was too much.And then—Clapping.We both froze.Slowly, I turned my head.Chaos stood a few steps away, grinning widely, his hands coming together in exaggerated applause.“Oh, this is beautiful,” he said, cl

Aella POVTime moved differently after that.Too fast.Too quiet.Too real.Before I fully understood it—We were preparing.The room had changed.Not dramatically.Not overwhelmingly.But enough.Soft light filled the space, fabrics laid out with care, everything arranged as if the castle itself understood the importance of the moment.Pamela stood nearby.Closer now.Not as distant as before.Not as close as we once were.But present.I held the dress carefully in my hands before turning toward her.For a second—I hesitated.Then I showed it to her.Her breath caught immediately.“Aella…” she whispered.The dress was simple.Not heavy.Not overly adorned.But it was—Beautiful.It flowed softly, the fabric almost weightless, shifting with every small movement. The color was not pure white, but something softer, something warmer, like light filtered through silk.“It’s perfect,” Pamela said, her voice breaking slightly.I nodded.“It feels right,” I admitted.And it did.Not like ar