Semua Bab Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Aella POVThe bond pulsed sharply.Closer.My breath caught as the silver-blue portal shimmered violently for a moment before stabilizing once more. I could feel Sol approaching through the connection now, steady and determined, carrying multiple presences with him.Then—The portal opened fully.Sol stepped through first.And behind him—Beatriz.Pamela.Marcus.The moment Pamela crossed the threshold into the clearing, she froze.Her eyes landed directly on me.Or more specifically—On my stomach.My pregnancy belly was no longer small enough to hide beneath flowing fabric. The sanctuary had accelerated the babies’ growth, and even though I had not gained much weight elsewhere, the curve of my stomach was unmistakable now.Pamela gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth.“Oh my God…”Emotion flooded through the bond instantly as Sol moved closer to me, instinctively positioning himself at my side.Marcus looked equally stunned, though far quieter about it.Beatriz, however—Beatr

Chapter — The Mark of the SanctuaryAella POV“Get in line,” Sol said calmly.The authority in his voice made everyone actually obey immediately.Marcus moved first, guiding Beatriz forward while Pamela remained behind him, still looking equal parts nervous and fascinated by everything happening around her.The clearing had changed again.The sanctuary itself seemed alert now, awake in a way it had not been before. The flowers shimmered brighter, the air carried visible traces of light drifting lazily around us, and the portal behind me pulsed steadily with silver-blue energy.Sol stood at the center of it all.Steady.Grounded.Powerful.He looked toward Beatriz first.“You’re first.”Beatriz narrowed her eyes slightly. “I’m beginning to question every decision that led me here.”Chaos grinned immediately. “That means you’re adapting wonderfully.”She ignored him completely and stepped in front of Sol.To my surprise, Sol gently took both her hands in his.The moment they touched—Po

Aella POVThe room remained silent except for the sound of the heartbeats echoing softly through the monitors.Fast.Slow.Alive.I couldn’t stop staring at the screen.Neither could Sol.Something in my chest had completely unraveled the moment I heard them for the first time. The fear, the pressure, the endless responsibilities waiting outside these walls—None of it mattered for those few seconds.Only them.Only our children.Beatriz, however, suddenly frowned.Not lightly.Deeply.The kind of expression doctors made right before delivering terrible news.My stomach tightened immediately.“What?” Sol asked sharply beside me.Beatriz looked between us slowly.Then blinked.“Wait,” she said carefully. “When exactly were you planning on informing me that you were pregnant with triplets?”Silence.Complete silence.I felt my entire body go cold.“What?”Beatriz stared at us.“You’re having triplets.”Sol paled instantly beside me.Actually paled.I turned toward him so fast I nearly s

Aella POVThe silence lingering in the hospital wing felt heavier after Sol’s words.History repeating itself.The thought settled over everyone uneasily because none of us could deny it.Three kingdoms.Three children.Three expectations already beginning to form before they were even born.Then—Queen Silveira laughed.Not mockingly.Softly.Almost fondly.The healer Queen stepped closer to the bed, silver robes flowing around her as she looked between Sol and me with an expression that carried centuries of memory.“There were four children in total,” she said calmly.The room stilled immediately.“Elias was the fourth.”Something tightened painfully in my chest.Queen Silveira sighed softly.“The only one not given an automatic kingdom,” she continued. “Even as he lived within the sanctuary, he held no control over it.”The words landed heavily.Because suddenly—I understood.Not just the cruelty Elias suffered.The isolation.The feeling of standing beside greatness while never t

Aella POV Time passed quickly inside the sanctuary. Too quickly. The days blurred together into something soft and almost peaceful, something I had never truly experienced before. For the first time in years— I rested. Not completely. I did not think someone like me would ever truly stop preparing for disaster, but the sanctuary made it easier to breathe. Easier to exist without constantly waiting for the next attack. The babies were healthy. Strong. Beatriz checked them constantly, muttering about impossible magical pregnancies and accelerated development while Pamela helped organize what now looked like a fully functioning hospital wing inside the castle. The sanctuary adapted around us daily. The nursery expanded on its own. Three cribs appeared instead of two. The walls shifted colors depending on which baby moved the most during the day. The hidden baby especially seemed to enjoy causing problems. At one point the lights throughout the entire castle flickered becau