تسجيل الدخولAurelian's voice remained calm, steady, and detached. Which somehow made every word feel heavier."I don't know who she is." His gaze hardened. "I don't know where she came from." Power rolled beneath his skin. It was controlled but present. "For all we know, she could be a spy."The two men nodded. That was reasonable."The fact that she appeared inside my private Kingdom makes no sense. And I plan on finding out!" He said with a grim face.No one argued. Because it truly didn't make sense. One moment, there had been a council meeting. The next...A woman had fallen from the sky.No warning, no portal, no magical fluctuation, no breach in security... Just Nothing.Just a woman appearing from nowhere and crashing directly into the most protected room in the kingdom.Darius sighed. "We'll find out."Aurelian nodded once. "Oh, I intend to."The way he said it sent chills down everyone's spine The doors suddenly burst open. A guard hurried inside, immediately dropping to one knee."My
The Woman Who Fell From The SkyThe Obsidian Dominion had survived wars. It had survived rebellions.It had survived assassination attempts, civil unrest, economic collapse, territorial disputes, and enough political scandals to fill entire libraries.It had stood firm while neighboring kingdoms crumbled into dust.It had outlived rulers who believed themselves invincible.It had watched dynasties rise and fall.It had endured centuries of chaos and emerged stronger every single time.Yet somehow...An unconscious woman falling from the sky had managed to become the single most discussed topic inside the royal palace within three days.Nobody knew who she was or where she came from.Nobody knew how she had bypassed every magical barrier, every security measure, every defensive ward surrounding the most heavily protected castle in existence.All they knew was that she had literally fallen out of the heavens and landed directly inside the Alpha King's premises and into his lap.Which, a
One maid stepped forward. "We have prepared a bath for you."The other nodded eagerly. "And fresh clothing."Kaelara looked genuinely horrified.A bath? Fresh clothing?Why were they discussing bathing schedules as if this were some kind of urgent military operation?She had survived battlefields, assassins, and even wolfbane.And these women were worried about whether she had clean clothes."Uhm... I can wash myself." She said softly. Both women looked surprised. Then immediately bowed again. "Of course, My Lady."Kaelara rubbed her forehead. Her headache was rapidly becoming unbearable.She needed answers. Not baths or fucking dresses. Answers!!!Her throat felt painfully dry, so she gestured toward a nearby table.The women understood immediately.One hurried forward and poured water into an ornate goblet.Of course, the goblet was gold.Kaelara almost snorted. Everything in this place appeared to be made from gold.She was beginning to suspect the owner had a deeply unhealthy ob
Kaelara woke slowly.Not because she was rested or her body had recovered.Damn it! Being in that cyclone was hell on earth. Her wounds reopened, and the wind cut her body like knives.But now, the pain had finally become dull enough for her to recognize she was still alive.For several long moments, she didn't move at all. She lay completely still beneath impossibly soft blankets, staring blankly upward as her mind struggled through the thick fog that seemed to have settled over every thought.Consciousness returned gradually, piece by painful piece, dragging her back into a reality she wasn't sure she wanted to face. Every breath felt heavy. Every heartbeat seemed distant. Even opening her eyes fully felt like a battle she wasn't prepared to fight.Above her stretched a ceiling unlike anything she had ever seen before.Gold! Not painted gold or decorated to resemble gold. But actual gold.The sight alone was enough to pull her further from her haze.Intricate carvings covered every
Meanwhile...Aurelian moved through the castle corridors like a living storm.Servants scattered the moment they saw him approaching.Guards immediately bowed, and maids practically pressed themselves against the walls.Nobody dared stop him or ask questions.The oppressive aura surrounding him made that abundantly clear.Yet despite the intimidating image he presented...His attention remained fixed entirely on the woman in his arms.Now that he was away from the council, he could finally examine her properly.And the more he looked...The darker his expression became.Bruises covered her body. Not random bruises or the sort acquired through accidents.They looked like battle bruises. The kind warriors earned. The kind soldiers carried.The kind that came from refusing to stay down.Cuts lined her arms, deep scratches marked her skin, and her knuckles were torn apart.And then there were the scars. Far too many scars. Old, faded, and ugly scars.Scars that spoke of years of survival,
The room remained frozen.Not the respectful silence that naturally settled whenever the Alpha King spoke.Not even the tense silence that often accompanied political disputes between powerful elders.No! This was the kind of silence that occurred when reality itself appeared to have suffered a complete breakdown.Moments ago, the Royal Council of the Obsidian Dominion had been arguing over diplomatic marriages, alliance contracts, bloodline succession, and the endless list of matters that always seemed to plague kingdoms.Elder Magnus had been lecturing everyone about the importance of heirs.Lucien had been mocking him, and Darius had been trying-and failing-to stop an argument before it became a war.Everything had been proceeding exactly as horribly as expected.And then a half-dead woman had crashed through the ceiling.And landed directly in the Alpha King's lap.The transition had been so abrupt that nobody had managed to react.The entire council simply sat there, staring.Bec







