บททั้งหมดของ The Unwanted Sister's Alpha King : บทที่ 421 - บทที่ 430

Olivia's POV In the days that followed, the twins and their new abilities pushed us to our limits. I had time to get used to the fact that our children were different, but poor Alexander was thrown right into it. He did amazing when he wasn't with the children. He was reading books, trying to learn as much as he could, not just for himself but for us. We stopped having anyone but ourselves look after the twins, and we couldn't risk others finding out about them and my secrets. Some days were normal, and we didn't have many problems besides from, and we didn't have many problems besides the usual toddler chaos and the scales that would appear on them. But other days, well, they were a test of everything Alexander and I thought we knew. One morning, as the children played in the living room, Sarah accidentally set one of her dolls ablaze. I rushed over quickly, putting it out, something that had been happening more often. "Sarah, sweetie, you need to control your breaths," I said ge

King Nicholas's POV Moonlight slithered through the narrow, arched windows of my throne room, casting the cold stone walls in a sinister, silvery sheen. I leaned back on my throne, a wave of unease tightening its grip around my heart. It had been years since I felt something of this magnitude, a dark premonition that whispered of power and peril. The death and birth of dragons were as predictable to me as the cycles of the moon. Yet tonight, something extraordinarily vile had stirred. My gaze fell on the intricate crystal ball perched on a pedestal beside me, its surface shimmering malevolently. It held the presence of a new dragon. The vision held me in a thrall of dark fascination. Gradually, a figure began to coalesce within its depths—a young woman with blonde hair and features hauntingly familiar. I inhaled sharply. She was the spitting image of Everly. "Impossible," I hissed into the cold emptiness of the room, my voice echoing off the high stone walls like a malevolent spiri

Olivia's POVThe warmth of Alexander's body against mine enveloped me, making the world fade away until it was just the two of us. Tears of joy mingled with the intoxicating scent of blooming roses. For a moment, everything was perfect—more than I could have ever dreamed, all the fears and worries that I had left me completely.His strong arms only tightened around me as if he were afraid I might disappear. "Olivia," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear, "Happy birthday."I pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, our foreheads almost touching. "Thank you," I said, cupping his face. "This means everything to me. You mean everything to me."Alexander's eyes softened, a slow smile curling his lips. "I wanted this to be special because you deserve the world and more."He hadn't just handed me a ring—he had given me a piece of his soul, a testament to the love we'd shared and the future we were promised. Words felt insufficient, yet they tumbled out anyway. "It's perfect... you're perfe

Lidia's saying yes to being my maid of honour was a step in the right direction; everything was slowly starting to fall into place. If only I could get the twins to control their powers and somehow find all the answers about mine and their dragon side, then everything would be perfect. I returned to Alexander and Victor as they were coming out of the victors' office. I greeted them with a smile. As soon as Alexander's eyes met mine, a smile grew around his face, making my heart flutter. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice warm and steady."It went well," I replied, moving to stand beside him. "Lidia agreed to be my maid of honour."Alexander's eyes sparkled with happiness, and he took my hand in his, kissing it gently. "That's wonderful, Olivia. Everything is falling into place."Victor cleared his throat, drawing our attention back to him. "We need to finalise some details, like where you would like to hold it and who you would like to invite."I glanced at Alexander, feeling a sud

Over the next few days, the wedding preparations consumed my every waking moment. It was as if the entire world had narrowed down to a singular goal: ensuring that every little detail was perfect. The twins were a handful, their boundless energy and endless questions adding to the chaos. Alexander was a rock, always there with a reassuring smile or a gentle touch on my shoulder, grounding me when I felt like I might float away in the whirlwind of tasks. Late at night, when everything was finally quiet, I would open my mother's diary again. Her past, her struggles, and her love became my escape from the day's stresses. But every time I closed the diary, sleep would bring more dreams—dreams that felt increasingly real, and I knew that it was the dragon kingdom. One night, after settling the twins and ensuring everything was in place for tomorrow, our wedding day, I decided that I needed to talk to Alexander about my dreams to see if he could help me understand why I was having them an