บททั้งหมดของ Veil Of Obsession (The High Lord’s Claim): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lyra’s back pressed against the cool crystal wall of Kaelith’s chamber as he loomed over her. The air between them felt alive, charged with something far more dangerous than simple lust. His molten gold eyes held her captive, and that strange, insistent pull in her chest flared again — warm, magnetic, and terrifyingly natural.“I won’t be your prisoner,” she said, voice steadier than she felt.Kaelith’s lips curved into a dark, pained smile. “You are not my prisoner, Lyra. You are my salvation.” His fingers traced the line of her jaw with surprising gentleness. “And perhaps… my undoing.”Before she could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the chamber.“My Lord,” a servant called urgently from beyond the doors. “Lady Isolde Veyra insists on an immediate private audience. She says it is most urgent.”Kaelith’s expression hardened. He stepped back from Lyra with visible reluctance. “Stay here,” he commanded softly. “This will not take long.”The moment he left, Lyra released a shaky b

The grand court hall descended into barely controlled chaos.Guards swarmed the fallen chandelier, shards of glowing crystal scattered across the marble floor like broken stars. The lower noble who had shouted the Eclipse Order’s name was dragged away still screaming defiance, his voice echoing off the walls: “The breeding must end! The humans do not belong to you!”Kaelith’s presence was thunderous. He stood at the center of the dais, one hand still gripping Lyra’s wrist possessively as he issued sharp commands. “Secure the perimeter. Interrogate the prisoner. I want every guest questioned.”His molten gold eyes burned with barely contained rage, but whenever they flicked to Lyra, the fury softened into something far more dangerous — raw, protective hunger.Lyra’s heart pounded. The note hidden in her gown felt like it was searing her skin. Midnight. The shadowed grove. The Eclipse Order had made their move publicly, and now the entire court was on edge.Lady Isolde rose from her sea

Lyra barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Kaelith’s mouth on hers — fierce, hungry, and devastatingly skilled. The memory of his hard body pressing against her, the way his silver veins had flared with light at the contact, haunted her through the long hours of darkness. By the time the three moons began to fade into the soft glow of what passed for morning in the Veil Realm, she was exhausted and restless. Attendants arrived early with breakfast and a new wardrobe. Today’s gown was more modest than the previous night’s but no less beautiful — deep emerald silk that complemented her eyes, with silver embroidery that matched Kaelith’s vein patterns. She suspected that was intentional. When she emerged into the main chamber of the tower, Kaelith was already waiting. He looked as composed as ever, but she noticed the faint shadows under his molten gold eyes. The silver veins along his neck and wrists seemed just a frac

**Slight Mature Content Ahead**Lyra sank into the glowing spring pool in her private bathing chamber with a deep sigh of relief. The warm, magically infused water soothed her aching muscles and eased some of the constant tension that had settled in her body since arriving in the Veil Realm. She lingered longer than necessary, letting the scented steam curl around her.When she finally stepped out, droplets of shimmering water slid down her bare skin. She hadn’t bothered with a towel yet, assuming Kaelith was still away at a long council meeting. The room was dimly lit by soft floating crystals, casting gentle golden light across the marble floor.She walked to the ornate vanity, completely naked, and picked up a small crystal jar of luxurious moisturizer. Squirting a generous amount into her palm, she began rubbing it into her skin with slow, deliberate strokes — starting at her shoulders, moving down her arms, then across her collarbones and breasts. Her nipples tightened under her

The next two days passed in a haze of court obligations, private lessons, and stolen moments with Kaelith that left Lyra breathless and conflicted.Each night he would pull her close, kissing her with growing hunger, his hands exploring her body through layers of silk while he held himself back from taking more. Each morning she woke to find his silver veins a little dimmer, his movements a fraction slower. He tried to hide it, but she noticed.On the morning of the third day before the Copulation Ceremony, Lyra stood on the balcony of the Obsidian Tower, staring out at the glowing forests below. The vial from the rebels felt heavier in her pocket with every passing hour.Soren stood a respectful distance away, ever watchful.“You seem troubled today,” he said quietly, his ice-blue eyes scanning her face. The scar along his jaw caught the light of the three moons, giving his handsome features a rugged depth.Lyra hesitated, then spoke softly. “The Copulation Ceremony is tomorrow night