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2026-02-09 03:18:38"Well, Prince Sol," I murmured, leaning back as the hall began to settle into an uneasy silence. "We took the exams even though we were forced to attend. I thought they were supposed to be a challenge. Color me surprised when most of the curriculum actually aligns with the seminars I’ve been giving."
Prince Sol’s golden eyes flickered with a mirthful fire. "Please, call me Sol. 'Prince Sol' will only make the power go to my head, Princess." I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with the cool confidence of someone who had built an empire from dirt. "Well now, Sol, I am not a princess as you well know. I am more of a Queen." "Queen, huh?" Sol’s smirk widened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "I like that more myself." From the high podium, the King’s golden eyes cut toward us. He had been watching from the corner of his eye, tracking the exchange between his son and the silver wolf who held half the shifter worlds debt. Finally, he stepped forward, and his voice boomed through the hall, signaling the start of the ceremony. "Welcome to the Imperial Alpha Academy," the King began. "If you are here, you are either an heir or a highly capable shifter. Let me remind everyone—especially the wolves—that we take pride in all our students. There is to be no discrimination by species." He paused, his gaze hardening as it swept over the Sandwell contingent. "You will be assigned to your tower based on the assessment that will take place in a few moments. We have five towers. The first is the Imperial Tower, allowing access to the best of the best—only predatory species allowed to prevent 'accidents.' The second is the Silver Tower, a newly built addition for our brightest tactical minds. The third is the Warrior Tower for the most promising guards. The fourth is the Heir Tower, for heirs who have not placed elsewhere. And finally, the Moon Tower, where the rest will be assigned." In the center of the stage, a massive crystal orb was unveiled, pulsing with an ancient, translucent light. "You will place your hand on the orb and infuse just a spark of your power," the King commanded. "The result is absolute. It cannot be modified. No exceptions. We will start with the first row." Sol stood first. He walked with a lazy, predatory grace to the stage. When his palm touched the glass, the orb didn't just glow—it roared with a blinding, molten gold light. "IMPERIAL TOWER," the orb’s voice echoed like thunder. Then it was my turn. I felt the eyes of the entire room on my back. I walked to the orb and placed my hand on its cool surface. I released only a tiny spark of my silver wolf, but the orb reacted violently. The glass turned a deep, piercing violet, and the floor beneath the stage trembled. "IMPERIAL TOWER." A collective gasp went through the room. A wolf—a female wolf without a pack—had just been placed in the predator-only elite wing. Pamela followed. When she touched the orb, it flared a deep, rich burgundy. "IMPERIAL TOWER." Marcus stepped up next, his sheer mass casting a shadow over the stage. The orb turned a dark, blood-red. "IMPERIAL TOWER." The front row was finished. Now came the heirs of the established packs. Amelie stepped up, her chin high, her Sandwell gold silks rustling. She placed her hand on the orb, a smug smile on her face. The orb flickered a dull, pale white. It stayed dim, looking almost grey. "MOON TOWER." "What?!" Amelie shrieked, her voice cracking. "That’s impossible! I am a future Luna! I am high-born! This thing is broken!" "Step down," the King’s voice rang out, cold as ice. "The orb does not lie, there is always room for growth later on." Amelie was shaking with outrage as she was ushered toward the back of the hall. Maxwell stepped up next, his face pale as he watched his fiancée's humiliation. He touched the orb, hoping for a miracle. It glowed a steady, unremarkable amber. "HEIR TOWER." He didn't even look at the crowd as he walked away. He was an Alpha Heir, yet he had been relegated to the fourth tower while his 'accountant'—the girl he had thrown away—was now living in the Imperial Tower with the Dragons. I stood in the hall, my violet eyes meeting Maxwell’s as he passed. He looked broken. I looked like the Queen Sol had called me
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Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King Sensors
Maxwell was gone. Truly gone.For a flickering second, a memory I had tried to bury surfaced. I remembered his laughter as a pup, high and bright. I remembered him rolling around in the dirt with Caleb and Jax, four children making a mess of the world. He used to help me in ways no one else dared, standing up to the older boys before he even knew what an Alpha was.But as we grew, the spark in his eyes had been snuffed out, replaced by a cold, oily smugness. When the 'Heir' title finally settled on his shoulders and he was placed in the specialized Alpha section in high school, he ceased to be the boy I grew up with. He became a stranger wearing a familiar face.Even after all the pain he’d put me through—the betrayal, the rejection, the public shaming—it was still difficult to reconcile that boy with a man capable of planning an assassination attempt on the future King.I felt my heart finally finish breaking. It wasn't a painful snap; it was the quiet, hollow sound of letting go. I
Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King two-front war
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
Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King Shot down
The medical wing felt like a pressure cooker. Outside the soundproof glass, the Academy was a chaotic swarm of students fueled by adrenaline and rumors. Sol groaned, his muscles locking as he tried to sit up. The Silver Ace had neutralized the toxin, but his body felt like it had been shredded from the inside out. "Don't fight it," I murmured, stepping into his space. I hooked my arm under his shoulder, providing a steady anchor. I was careful to grip only his shirt, keeping my skin from touching the heat of his arm. "We don't have the luxury of waiting for you to recover. We need to move before the narrative shifts." The King watched us, his face a mask of grief and fury. He reached out as if to help, but he looked at his son and saw a warrior who needed to stand on his own. He simply nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. We emerged into the main corridor just as Marcus was trying to shove his way through a wall of students. He was a force of nature, his eyes glo
Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King The arena
The arena was a theater of carnage. Maxwell stood on the sands, his chest heaving, his wolf pushing so hard against his skin that his eyes were a constant, unstable amber. Sol stood opposite him, calm and immovable. Before the first blow was struck, Pamela stepped onto the lower ridge of the stands. Her voice, amplified by the stone acoustics, cut through the cheering like a diamond saw. "Before this 'honor' duel begins, let’s talk about honor," Pamela shouted, pointing toward the VIP box. "I see the collar you're wearing, Amelie. But I also see the mark beneath it. Maxwell has marked you, hasn't he? Without a fated bond. Without a ceremony." A shocked gasp rippled through the heirs. "In the High Code," Pamela continued, her eyes locking onto Maxwell, "an Alpha cannot mark a chosen mate without Council approval. Aella had to undergo months of intensive tactical and psychological sessions at fifteen just to prove she could handle the Luna's burden. Amelie, did you pass those tests?
Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King Parasite
The announcement arrived via a royal scroll at breakfast: a Medieval Masquerade Gala. Attendance was mandatory for all towers. The King’s decree was clear—this wasn't just a party; it was a showcase of the hierarchy. "A group entrance," Marcus proposed, leaning back with a grin that was all sharp teeth. "Me, Pamela, Sol, and Aella. We’ll look like a goddamn conquest coming through those doors. Every Alpha in that room will be too busy staring or bowing to even breathe." "I don't mind the attention," Pamela added, her eyes gleaming. "But I think we should aim for 'terrifyingly regal' rather than just 'wealthy.' We're anticipating the stares, so we might as well give them something to be blinded by." Sol’s eyes met mine, a silent question in the golden depths. "What do you say, Queen? Ready to show them the Middle Ages weren't just about knights, but about the sovereigns who ruled them?" "I think I can manage a gown," I replied, though the thought of my high collar and the hidde
Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King A dragons rejection
Two months had passed since the cafeteria incident, and the hierarchy of the Imperial Tower had shifted permanently. Amelie had leaned fully into her "victim" persona, limping through the halls and wearing silk scarves to hide bruises that had long since healed. She whispered to anyone who would listen about the "savage rogue," but her audience was shrinking. The other Alphas weren't stupid. They saw me in the training pits with Linus every night. They saw the way I handled the most complex economic simulations in the Sovereign Track. They didn't see a rogue; they saw a threat they couldn't calculate. Maxwell, however, was crumbling. His grades in Tactical Leadership were plummeting, and his performance in the arena was erratic. He spent his nights at the campus bars, loudly blaming his failures on "Dragon interference." He couldn't accept the simplest truth: he was a big fish from a small pond, and he was finally out of water. The midnight sessions with Linus had become the highli
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