Semua Bab The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Bab 1 - Bab 5

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