ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

FLORAMy day had started with going to different tea parties, smiling and keeping fake facades of innocence and niceties just to create friendships that could be a source of funding for us because we had a long way to go. We needed connections from powerful humans and beasts alike and while I was told to do all I could to secure the Dragon Kings' loyalty the man had no known weakness except for the general known fact that he had no mate of his own and had been searching the entire continent for her all these years yet even I couldn't find her and by the gods, I tried but I found nothing and though my naive son believes I'm not aware of the secret plans he made in the dark, I knew everything. Azure had burned me badly, and a part of me did care for Logan, but my need to fulfil what my ancestors couldn't serve as a daily reminder for me to let go of my sentimental feelings and do what needed to be done. Hence I had put away all sentiments and did what needed to be done. Alexia would one

KAELDraco was missing once more. For years now, he'd go missing this way, for weeks, Months even and shut me out but this was hardly the time for this was hardly the time. The Queen needed all the allegiances she could get and she has my loyalty and support. A woman who did what needed to be done is well desrving of respect and more.I stood at the cliffs, the howling mountain winds ripping at my face, my gaze on the valley below. His smell was far away, his normal path changed. I had been searching for hours, fury burning in my chest. He had never disobeyed me so, not until recently.My beast and I were bound in ways that no one else could understand. He was my other half, my fury, my fire. But lately, he had been leaving without speaking, vanishing into the interior of the nation, to reappear with some smell that I could never identify.Until today.The air stank of scorched earth, coals still faintly smoldering in the wake of Draco's tantrum. I followed the trail by instinct, boot

HAILEYThe moment I stepped into the courtyard, I could feel him. The energy at the castle became turbulent, unsteady, more potent than any other day because contrary to popular opinion, Turtela is not as tame as she presents herself neither are any of our kids but no outsider is aware of this but right now there's ancient magic of a dragon here. The Dragon King is here in person.Kael.The air was hot, thick with the scent of smoldering embers and dragon flames. I could feel him before I even caught sight of him, his presence as imposing as ever—a unyielding power, fierce but contained.Jaden stood beside him, his own face radiating with something I had not seen in years—pure, unfiltered happiness. He looked like the child I used to hold, the boy I had been forced to give up. And now, the man before me… he was whole, if only for this moment.Kael turned as I approached, his icy blue eyes meeting mine.There was a pause.Then—In a movement so swift, so seamless, that Jaden barely had

RYANI had fought wars, conquered foes, and ruled the most powerful pack in the world. I had torn through blood-soaked battlefields, stood strong against dangers that would bring lesser men to their knees.And yet, as I made my way to the courtyard of the castle to meet the man who had mentioned my son, my chest was tight with something I did not feel very often.Uncertainty.I remember the night Hailey gave birth as though it were yesterday. The castle was charged with tension, all the residents holding their breaths as she writhed through the pain. I was beside her, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort even as my heart pounded with fear and anticipation.Then, one by one, they entered the world.Jermaine. Jaden. Jackson.Three perfect, wonderful boys.The moment I was holding them in my arms, I knew I was changed for life. Always a warrior, a leader, a king, but nothing, nothing, ever had reached the part of my heart that sang when I looked into their precious little faces.

JERMAINE The moment I walked into Isaiah's home, an eerie cold ran through me. Something did not feel right. The room was too silent—too still. The candles that would normally have been lit steadily in a golden warm light had burned themselves out, and there remained only a residue of smoky melted wax behind. I called him. "Isaiah?"No response.My face contorted into a scowl as I moved further in. Books, scrolls, and strange objects filled the room, but something was…off. The air inside was holding its breath. My stomach knotted in unease.And I saw him.Isaiah lay on the ground, unmoving. His skin was paler than usual, his breathing shallow, and his hands were clenched in a death grip. Shadows moved unnaturally across his body, curling and twining like ethereal vines."Shit." I rushed forward, pressing my fingers to his neck. A pulse—weak, but there. Relief barely had time to register before urgency became all that mattered.I couldn't possibly lift him by myself. I needed help.O