All Chapters of Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

❤️ Tharros Apology ❤️ Nyxoria halted her sparring with Dika the moment she caught sight of Tharros approaching them from the corner of her eye. The guards who had gathered to watch the fight quickly returned to their posts, sensing the shift in the air. "I will be around somewhere to give you two some privacy," Dika murmured, taking back her second sword from Nyxoria and sliding both into their sheaths. Nyxoria grinned and gave her a nod, watching as Dika strolled off. "I sent someone to take her to the garden," Tharros' deep voice pulled Nyxoria's attention back to him. "At least that will keep her busy for a while." Before she could respond, Tharros did something that completely caught her off guard. He knelt down. Right there in front of her, on both knees, with his hands wrapped around hers. The murmurs around them grew louder as guards and castle staff stole glances at the sight of their Emperor kneeling before his bride. "I know what you want to say," Tharros spoke first

❤️ His Tales (2) ❤️ "Your mother is still alive?" Nyxoria asked, her brows furrowed in confusion. "How? I thought she was dead since no one ever talks about her." Tharros let out a heavy sigh. "She’s not dead… but she’s not here." Nyxoria’s curiosity deepened. "If she’s not in this castle, then where is she?" She asked. "There are a lot of things I can’t say now, my beautiful Ria," Tharros said, his gaze steady. "But be rest assured, I will tell you when the time is right." Nyxoria frowned. "What’s there not to tell? If she’s alive, where is she? Why are you here alone? You told me about your father so easily, but you can’t tell me about your mother? Whatever it is, just tell me. Don’t hide it from me." Tharros’ jaw tightened. "I will tell you when it’s time," he said firmly. "By then, you will understand." Nyxoria opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his gaze piercing. She hesitated for a second but then nodded. "I trust you, Tharros."

❤️ Mary's Confession (2) ❤️ Tharros stood up from where he was, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Don’t make the Emperor repeat himself," Vyrelen warned coldly as he stepped on Mary’s already broken hand. Mary let out another sharp cry, her body trembling. "I swear, I don’t know anything about the leaves! I was just following orders! I am telling the truth!" she sobbed, her voice desperate. "I was told to put it in my Empress’s food." She added. "Why?" Nyxoria asked, her voice thick with emotion. "Who told you to do it, Mary?" Mary’s lips were shaking as more tears rolled down her face. "Your uncle," she confessed in a choked whisper. "High King Vyr. He was the one who gave me the leaves. Every time it ran out, he would bring me more and remind me of what would happen if I didn’t obey him. I didn't want to die and I did as told." Nyxoria felt the ground shift beneath her. Her knees weakened, and she would have collapsed if not for Tharros’s strong hands wrapping firmly around her wa

❤️ Oberon Challenge ❤️ Tharros noticed the way Nyxoria was looking at him, so he put a little space between them on the bed. She wouldn’t understand the sick thoughts running through his mind, how much he truly enjoyed seeing her tears. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, trying to shift the conversation. "Nyxoria tilted her head slightly. "Do you like my tears that much?" she questioned. Before Tharros could respond, a knock at the door interrupted him. For once, he was grateful for Vyrelen’s timing. There was no way Nyxoria would understand if he tried to explain. "Come in, Vyrelen," he called. Vyrelen stepped inside but remained near the door after closing it. "Have you seen your wife off?" Tharros asked, rising to his feet. He walked past Vyrelen, motioning for him to follow him outside. Together, they made their way toward the closest balcony. As soon as they stepped outside, Vyrelen grinned. "Yes, my Emperor." "Good. Why are you here? Did the guards disrespect her?" Th

❤️ Song Of Shadows ❤️ Elyria Kingdom— Vyr Palace: King Vyr sat at the head of the round table, his fingers tapping idly against the polished wood. The four elders seated around him were deep in conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. The evening breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying the scent of the fading sun. Yet, he found no comfort in it. Where was Mary? He had tried reaching her through the pendant, but for some reason, the connection was blocked. Something was wrong. Has she been caught? The thought gnawed at him, making him restless. A voice pulled him back to the present. King Vyr gave a distracted nod in acknowledgment. "I called for this meeting," Elder Rivar continued. "As you know, my troops and I went to battle against the Bloodforgers, who have been stealing our newborns right from our nose. We were overpowered, and I and my troops were captured and some were killed and sacrificed. If not for the High King's niece arriving at the right time, I wouldn’