MasukChapter — The King in ChainsSol POVThe silence stretched heavily between us after my words.My father still refused to meet my gaze directly.That alone told me everything I needed to know.The chains dug into my wrists as I shifted slightly, silver restraints burning against my skin while suppressants dulled the flow of my power. My body still felt heavy, weaker than it should have, but my mind—My mind was clear.Too clear.I stared at the man seated outside my cell and realized something horrifying.I could no longer see my father.Not truly.A father protected his children.A father did not hand over his son to a monster.A father did not gamble innocent lives hoping evil would honor its promises.No.The man before me was a King.A mate.A desperate man drowning in grief.But not a father.The realization settled coldly inside my chest.And strangely—It hurt less than before.Because once I stopped expecting him to behave like my father, his betrayal finally made sense.I inha
Sol POVPain dragged me back into consciousness.Not sharp pain.Heavy pain.The kind that settled into bones and muscles until even breathing felt exhausting.My head throbbed as I forced my eyes open slowly. Darkness surrounded me, thick and damp, carrying the smell of stone, blood, and magic suppression.Chains rattled softly above me.The sound froze my blood instantly.For one horrible second, I could not breathe.Because I knew this place.Not truly.But enough.I had seen it before.In the vision.The future where I died.My wrists burned where silver restraints dug into my skin, chained high enough to keep my body strained awkwardly. Every movement felt sluggish, wrong, as if my power itself had been drowned beneath layers of ice and poison.Drugged.Magic suppressants.The realization settled heavily inside me.I inhaled sharply and forced myself to focus.Think.Remember.Leo.Aurora.The hiding place.Pain exploding through my back.Betrayal.My heart slammed violently agai
Sol POV Chaos. That was the only way to describe what waited outside the sanctuary. The moment I crossed the portal and arrived at the Silver Pack, the smell hit first. Smoke. Blood. Burning earth. The sky itself looked wrong, darkened by clouds moving far too fast above the territory while explosions shook the ground beneath my feet. Screams echoed through the pack lands. Not only human screams. Monster screams. The kind that no longer sounded fully alive. I moved instantly. The cold flame inside me surged through my veins as I crossed the battlefield, power exploding beneath my feet while creatures rushed through the territory like a plague. Elias creations. Not shadows. Not void creatures. Monsters. Twisted things made from flesh, darkness, and magic stitched together unnaturally. Some still looked partially human. That somehow made it worse. I cut through the first one that lunged at me without slowing down, blue and silver flames consuming it instantly. The p
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
Aella POVThe tension in the hospital wing slowly eased after the discussion about heirs.Not completely.The weight of it still lingered in the room, heavy and thoughtful, but for the first time since discovering the third baby, everyone looked less afraid and more… careful.Beatriz focused back on the monitor, her expression returning fully to professional concentration as she adjusted the machine once more.The three heartbeats echoed steadily through the room.Strong.Alive.My hand remained over my stomach the entire time.I still couldn’t fully process it.Three babies.One hidden behind a magical barrier.And somehow, despite the panic trying to creep into my mind, hearing their heartbeats grounded me more than anything else had since arriving here.Beatriz finally leaned back slightly and exhaled.“Okay,” she said slowly. “The babies are fine.”The relief that hit me was immediate enough to make my eyes sting.Beside me, Sol visibly relaxed for the first time since she mention
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
The middle of the day was a grueling marathon of mental gymnastics. Finance Class was a joke; I ended up correcting the professor's tax-haven models while Sol watched with a smirk that said he’d already moved his gold to my recommended accounts. Theater was even more surreal—the "Acting Method" was
The walk to the first class was an exercise in power. We weren't just students moving through a hallway; we were a parade of apex predators. The King and Alpha Linus led the way, their presence so overwhelming that other students—including several Alphas from the lower towers—literally backed into
The Academy was silent, the stone corridors lit only by the flickering glow of ancient torches and modern security beams. At precisely 22:00, the heavy iron doors of the Sovereign Training Chamber groaned open. The air inside was different—colder, pressurized. Linus stood in the center of the mas
The aftermath was a blur of steel and shouting. Within seconds, a phalanx of the Royal Guard had surrounded us, their shields forming a shimmering wall of reinforced silver. Marcus didn't let me stand until we were deep within the stone corridors of the Imperial Wing, his hand a heavy, grounding we







