Semua Bab Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sol refused to stay in the infirmary another hour. The moment the King’s back was turned to consult with the High Healer, Sol was on his feet, his jaw set in that familiar line of stubborn pride despite the paleness of his skin."I am not spending the night in a room that smells like antiseptic and defeat," he grumbled, though I could see the slight tremor in his hands as he reached for his discarded tunic.I sighed, stepping in to steady him. I hooked my arm through his, providing a solid anchor. "Fine. But you’re staying under my watch. If you start feeling even a hint of that toxin returning—nausea, dizziness, anything—you knock on my door. Promise me."Sol stopped, looking down at me, his golden eyes widening in genuine shock. A slow, devastating smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned a fraction closer, his scent—spiced cedar and ozone—wrapping around me."Is that an open invitation for anytime I’m feeling bad, Queen? Or just a one-night-only special?"I felt the hea

We proceeded with the tour of the penthouse. The layout was designed for maximum privacy and security; my wing and Pamela’s were on opposite sides of the massive central living area, each equipped with three suites and independent atmospheric controls. The tour was going smoothly, the King growing more impressed—and perhaps a bit more unsettled—with every high-tech fail-safe I demonstrated. That was until he reached a large glass table in the common area. Lying on the surface was a topographical map of the region. It didn't just show the Academy; it displayed the vast, rugged lands surrounding the entire Imperial perimeter. Huge swaths of the territory were marked with a bold, glowing red X. The King stiffened, his regal posture turning skeletal. He pointed a trembling finger at the map, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble. "Aella... what is the meaning of this? Why are the lands surrounding my Academy marked like a battlefield?" I stepped up beside him, crossing my ar

The penthouse was silent, save for the low hum of the Silver Tower’s internal cooling. I sat on the wide window seat, staring out at the valley, but my mind was miles away, trapped in the memory of a house that never felt like a home. A soft sound at the door made me tense, but it was just a shadow—Sol, leaning against the frame. "I thought you were asleep," I whispered. "The silence is too loud tonight," Sol said. He walked toward me and sat on the floor, leaning his back against the glass, keeping a careful distance between us. "I never even got to see my mother's face," I said, the words finally breaking free. "She died the moment I took my first breath. And my father... he’s still alive, but he never really looked at me. He was a great Warrior, a man who lived for the glory of the front lines, but he couldn't find any glory in a daughter who cost him his mate. He spent my whole life looking past me to Amelie. She was the child he actually wanted. He gave her the affection I st

The descent in the elevator was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the machinery and the steady rhythm of our breathing. When the doors slid open, Pamela and Marcus were already waiting. Pamela was a vision in structured charcoal silk, her hair woven with silver wires that doubled as antennas. Marcus stood beside her, his broader frame encased in a midnight-blue doublet that strained against his shoulders, his expression as hard as flint. Without a word, we automatically paired off—Marcus and Pamela leading the way, Sol and I following a half-step behind. Waiting for us in the lobby was a full contingent of the Royal Guard. Their silver-and-gold plate armor clattered as they snapped to attention, their halberds striking the floor in unison. "The Princes have arrived," the Captain barked. "And the Alpha of the Silver Pack." The escort was silent and intimidating as they led us through the vaulted corridors toward the Great Ballroom. As we approached the massive oak doors, t

The board member cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the now-stifled ballroom. He looked at the closed doors where Serafina had just vanished, and after a tense second, he let out a dry, pointed chuckle. "Well," he said, his voice smooth and professional once more. "I think that will be a moment remembered by most of the Shifter Nation. A bit more drama than we usually permit at the Academy, but then again, these are historic times." He scanned the room, his eyes twinkling with a bit of mischief as he noticed the way several high-born daughters from the Northern and Western packs were already adjusting their gowns and leaning in. "Now, now, ladies," the board member teased, "I can see you moving closer to Prince Sol already. May I remind you that getting a second-chance mate is a rare and sacred ordeal. Don't get your hopes up quite yet. And please, for the love of the gods, give the man a little breathing room." A few ripples of nervous laughter broke the tension, but t