All Chapters of The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The carriage rattled slowly over the cracked stones of Kallistar’s oldest roads, each turn of the wheel echoing like a countdown. Inside, Elianna sat perfectly still, back straight, eyes forward. To any passerby, she looked composed—elegant, even. A porcelain figure of royal resolve. A princess heading toward duty.But inside… she was splintering.Tears slid silently down her cheeks, hot and steady. She didn’t sob. Her shoulders didn’t shake. She just cried—quietly, like someone who had already accepted the pain, tucked it away, and sealed it behind her ribs. Her fingers clutched the edge of her dress so tightly, her knuckles blanched. As if she could hold herself together through sheer force of will.You’re doing this for them, she reminded herself. For Mama. For Papa. For Elliot. For Kallistar.Still, her chest ached with a kind of sorrow she couldn’t name. She had never left home before—never woken up without the smell of her mother’s bread or her brother’s quiet footsteps down the

A quiet knock stirred the silence."Princess Elianna?" The guard's voice came through the wooden door, calm yet commanding. "The king is waiting."Elianna stood still, heart thudding inside her chest like a frightened bird. Her fingers moved instinctively to the thin veil covering her face. Only her wide, fearful eyes were visible, gleaming faintly beneath the dim candlelight. Her lips trembled beneath the silk, but she pressed them tightly, drawing a steady breath.She knew this day might come, yet she'd spent the night praying it wouldn't. She was just one among many concubines, tucked into a palace teeming with beings older, stronger, and far more magical than her. Vampires with gleaming fangs, witches that whispered curses under their breath, elves who watched with cold, ancient eyes. Compared to them, she was nothing—just a human girl.Surely, she had hoped, the king would overlook her."Coming," she murmured, her voice barely audible as she stepped forward.The door creaked open

The afternoon sunlight danced between the branches of the flame tree, casting warm amber shadows across the private royal garden. A light breeze rustled the tall grasses, and the air smelled faintly of honeyed blossoms and burning leaves.Seraphina walked slowly along the stone path, fingers grazing the ivy-covered wall. Her satin slippers made no sound. She often came here to clear her mind, but today wasn’t about peace. Today, she was looking for her brother.She found him exactly where she hoped—seated beneath the old flame tree, his long coat undone, sleeves rolled, his usually composed expression softened as he looked out over the glistening koi pond. There was a looseness in his shoulders, a quiet in his aura.She didn’t call his name right away. She stood there for a moment, simply watching him.“I almost forgot what you looked like when you weren’t carrying the whole world on your shoulders,” she said softly.Drakonios turned, and when he saw her, he smiled. Not the cold, rest

Drakonios stepped closer, his voice low, deliberate. “If you truly want to save your father and your crumbling kingdom… then I want you to pleasure me. With your hands.”The room froze.Elianna’s eyes snapped up to meet him, wide with fury. “What do you take me for? A common slut you can buy with threats and pity?”Her voice rang out, sharp and bitter. “You think I’ll trade my dignity for crumbs of mercy?”---Drakonios’s eyes darkened. The flicker of amusement vanished, replaced by something colder — something cruel.He stepped around her slowly, voice low and venomous. “Your father is dying. Your people are starving. And you’re here, alone, because your kingdom is begging at my gates.”He circled behind her, his breath warm against her ear. “Don’t mistake this for choice, little queen. Without my support, your precious Kallistar will fall. No food. No weapons. No protection. The neighboring warlords will feast on what’s left.”He moved back into view, his glowing eyes locked on hers

One by one, the Court of the Women came alive.The silk-lined walls shimmered in the golden light of morning. Trumpets gave a gentle cry. Then, the heavy doors at the far end of the hall opened.The palace announcer stepped forward, scroll in hand, voice echoing across the court.> “Presenting the Ten Honored Concubines of His Majesty King Drakonios of Qombinia.”A hush fell over the room.Serastra, Dragon Princess of Ashkar, entered first.She moved like a blade drawn from velvet, her silver gown catching every flicker of torchlight. It was tailored to perfection—sharp lines softened by sweeping hems, embroidered with glowing threads that shimmered like dragon fire. Her bronze-gold skin glowed with a faint ember heat, as if flames lived just beneath the surface.She bowed low before the king, her golden eyes lowered in perfect grace, then turned and walked to her seat. Her steps were smooth, unfaltering, leaving a trail of perfume that smelled like scorched roses and smoke.The room