Mira’s POV
Dorrin crouched next to us, his face pale as if he’d seen a ghost. “Why is he not healing?”
“Mark him!” Asfar shouted. “We can heal him once he’s marked!”
I turned to Dorrin, fear of losing Alexander suffocating me. “Asfar said that I have to mark him to heal.”
Dorrin’s face clouded, a storm of emotions flickering in his beautiful eyes. He pressed his lips into a thin line and replied, “Then mark him.”
My lips parted, stunned. I could not believe what he said. My voice trembled. “Are you sure?”
Dorrin sighed deeply. “I love you. I do not want to share. I am a dragon, and we do not share.” My heart sank, but he continued. “But I also know that you love him—and you always will, even if he dies. He sacrificed his life for you, and I am grateful to him for saving my mate.” He paused. “Mark him, and comple
Mira’s POVDorrin crouched next to us, his face pale as if he’d seen a ghost. “Why is he not healing?”“Mark him!” Asfar shouted. “We can heal him once he’s marked!”I turned to Dorrin, fear of losing Alexander suffocating me. “Asfar said that I have to mark him to heal.”Dorrin’s face clouded, a storm of emotions flickering in his beautiful eyes. He pressed his lips into a thin line and replied, “Then mark him.”My lips parted, stunned. I could not believe what he said. My voice trembled. “Are you sure?”Dorrin sighed deeply. “I love you. I do not want to share. I am a dragon, and we do not share.” My heart sank, but he continued. “But I also know that you love him—and you always will, even if he dies. He sacrificed his life for you, and I am grateful to him for saving my mate.” He paused. “Mark him, and comple
Mira’s POVThe extremely tall man with a dangerous aura and sleek, long black hair stepped toward me. He moved with the kind of grace that drew every eye, his presence so commanding it made the air itself feel heavier. His beauty was undeniable—his sharp cheekbones, flawless skin, and the effortless elegance of each step—but the darkness in him was like a shadow that swallowed the light. My blood went cold.“Princess, may I have a dance with you?” His voice was smooth, teasing, his lips curved in a playful smile, eyes glimmering with mischief that felt more like a trap.Alexander stiffened at my side, a growl rumbling low in his chest, his hand tightening protectively around mine. My pulse raced. Every instinct screamed at me not to touch this man, not to let him near me. He terrified me. And yet, in a hall filled with watchful eyes, refusing him would be a grave insult. My hand trembled as I gave the smallest nod and let him
Alexander’s POVThe whole day was madness. From the very morning the palace was alive—people running everywhere, decorating, checking, rehearsing, fixing things that didn’t even need fixing. Music starting and stopping. Voices echoing through every hall. Everyone seemed excited, but for me it was torture. I was counting the hours like a man waiting for his own execution.I needed to see Mira. I needed to speak with her. But every time I thought about walking to her chambers, the weight of shame stopped me. Diana told her the truth, that I hadn’t betrayed her, that I was tricked—but Mira never came. She never said a word to me. That silence was worse than anything else.Now I was standing in the ballroom, music filling the air, chandeliers glowing, people laughing, drinking, smiling, and I was in the agony.. Just my heart beating too fast, like it was trying to break free from my chest.And then Mira entered, her hand locked i
Caspian’s POVThe choice was hard, but it wasn’t really a choice at all. I had to do it. With a single white rose in hand, I walked slowly to Maria’s grave. Every step felt heavier than the last. When I finally knelt down, I set the rose against the stone as gently as if it were her skin.“My love,” I murmured, the words catching in my throat, “I brought you a white rose—your favorite. I’ll never forget the way your whole face lit up when you saw them.”I stayed there, crouched, staring at her name carved into the stone. My chest ached, my heart twisting like it wanted to crawl out of me.“I’ll always remember your smile, the warmth of your scent, the taste of your lips… your laughter, the way you understood me
Dorrin’s POVI still could not believe my happiness. The Moon Goddess had answered my prayers—Mira and I were fated mates. The thought alone made my chest swell, but having her in my arms, her skin against mine, was a dream I never thought would become reality. My heavy steps echoed through the palace halls as I carried her to her chambers, her soft weight pressed to me. The warmth of her bare body stirred a primal hunger deep within, an urge to claim her again and again, and from the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal, I knew she wanted it just as much.In her chambers, I placed her gently on the bed, unable to tear my eyes from her flushed face and parted lips. I leaned down, ready to kiss her, but her gaze suddenly went distant—her eyes clouding as a mind-link pulled her away from me. I froze, sitting beside her, waiting, unease prickling my chest.Then Mira gasped and jerked upright. Her gaze was wide, haunted, filled with horror. My hear
Alexander’s POVCompletely broken after the rejection, I mind-linked James: “Mira rejected me.”He didn’t reply, but within minutes there was a soft knock on my door. James and Diana stepped into my chambers.James’s eyes widened when he saw me so desperate and shattered. “Alexander, what happened? I thought Mira was warming up to you, ready to forgive you.”I huffed and threw myself back into the armchair, my body weak and my soul broken. “I thought so too. But tonight she stormed in, accusing me—the whole room reeked of sex, she said she scented Liora. She rejected me and forced me to accept it… without even hearing me out.”Diana narrowed her eyes, moving slowly around the chamber, studying every detail. “But the room doesreek of sex, and I can scent Liora here.”I covered my face with my palm, defeated. “I was alone. Sleeping. I&r