Semua Bab The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The sun blazed high over the obsidian-domed coliseum known as The Arena , where stone lions guarded the gates and fire sigils glowed faintly on the enchanted walls. The battlefield stretched wide beneath a sky painted with magic, thick with heat and tension. The competition had reached its fiercest round yet.Here, the ten most powerful concubines of King Drakonios were summoned—not just for beauty or favor—but to prove their strength, their magic, and their right to stand beside a dragon king.Two names boomed from the sky as enchantment carried the announcer’s voice over the crowd.“Elanil of the Moon-Silver Veil versus Thalindra of the Crimson Flame!”The arena roared.Elliot leaned forward in his seat, both excited and horrified. “They’re actually fighting? For real?”Elianna sat beside him, her heart thudding. “Yes,” she murmured. “They’re not holding back.”On the far side of the arena, Elanil emerged from a gate cloaked in silver light. She moved like mist, her pale robes edged

High above the roaring crowd, seated upon a throne carved from volcanic obsidian and etched with golden dragon runes, sat King Drakonios. His expression was carved in stone—stoic, unreadable, remote. Around him, nobles and warlords cheered, enchanted flags waved in the air, and magic shimmered across the sky like fractured light.But the king was quiet.He barely looked at the arena anymore. The fights—spectacular, brutal, explosive—held little interest for him. The concubines, powerful as they were, only danced through expectations. Each had their magic. Each had their own realm: water, fire, shadow, thorn. They were witches, shapeshifters, hybrids from noble bloodlines. They were not unexpected.The Dragon King had seen greater wars.He had watched empires fall.And yet—When the crowd exploded again, he raised his eyes.Aurelia stood victorious, flame-wrapped and glowing. Selene lay kneeling in moonlight dust, exhausted but not broken.And suddenly… the energy changed.Because he k

The air grew thick as silence swept over the ruined corridor, broken only by the echo of deliberate footsteps. Elianna froze, sensing a familiar yet venomous presence—one she hoped never to face again.From the shadows emerged a woman clad in deep crimson, eyes like polished obsidian burning with scorn. Cassandre.“You,” she sneered, voice dripping with contempt. “After killing you… you still had the mind to wake up?”Elianna’s breath caught in her throat. Cassandre’s voice, sharp and accusing, was like a blade slicing through old scars. The memory of betrayal surged back—the poisoned cup, the fire, the screams, the fall. She had died that night. Or so they thought.Cassandre’s heels clicked closer. “You should’ve stayed buried. But no… you had to rise. You had to haunt me with your stubborn blood.”Elianna tried to speak, but the weight of grief and disbelief held her still. The court, the whispers, the lies—all of it had led to this moment. The one who had smiled in her face and twi

Elianna tugged Elliot behind a tall stone pillar as the last of the arena crowd thinned out. Her grip on his wrist was tight, almost desperate. Her breaths came in uneven huffs, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as if her body was bracing for something her mind couldn't yet accept.Her voice trembled, almost childlike.“Why are you here, Elliot? What—what are you doing here?”She blinked fast, fighting back the sting in her eyes. “And why… Why in the stars’ name did the King—the almighty King—sit on your back like that? On his dragon back?”Her voice cracked on the last word.Elliot looked down at his feet for a moment. Then back up at her. His eyes were soft, troubled — almost like he didn’t know how to carry the weight of what he was about to say.“He came to our kingdom,” he said quietly.“What?” she breathed.“The king. Drakonios. He came… to our kingdom. To see our parents. Or rather, to ask them about you.”“About me?” Her voice rose, thick with disbelief. “Why would he—?”“

Drakonios stood silently behind her, his arms folded loosely, watching her like she was made of starlight and mist.Elianna didn’t know he was staring.Or maybe she did — and pretended not to.She was too caught up in her own reflection, in the unraveling realization that the face in the glass wasn’t the forgotten girl from a ruined kingdom — but someone more. Someone beautiful. Someone powerful.He let her have that moment.He didn’t interrupt.Didn’t speak.He simply watched her — with quiet awe.And for the first time in centuries, something unfamiliar stirred inside his chest.Joy.Longing.A fragile ache.The way her fingertips touched her face like it might shatter… The wonder in her eyes… The small, breathless sound she made when she saw herself — it made something ancient in him melt.He hadn’t seen beauty like this in a thousand lifetimes.Not because of her face.But because of her wonder.Finally, she turned, brushing her hair behind her ear, her cheeks warm with emotion. “