All Chapters of The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elliot sat alone by the window of the guest wing, moonlight spilling across the parchment in front of him. The castle was quiet. Too quiet. Which meant his thoughts had no competition — and they were loud tonight.Seraphina.He leaned his head against the window frame, eyes closed. He could still feel the way her lips had brushed his — brief, soft, but real. The kind of kiss that made time hold its breath.And then she ran.He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since.She was different. Not just in the way she looked — goddess-like and impossibly beautiful — but in the way she carried herself. Graceful. Guarded. Like she’d spent her whole life learning how to not be touched.And yet… for a moment… she let him in.Why?He didn’t know what she saw in him. He had no magic. No legacy. No title. Just a stubborn heart and a thousand questions he was too scared to ask her.So instead, he picked up a quill.If he couldn’t say it out loud, he’d write it.---To Seraphina,I don’t know if I shou

Elianna stood at the center of the training courtyard, her palms stretched out, eyes narrowed in concentration.“Focus,” Seraphina instructed calmly from across the field. “Feel the energy. Don’t force it.”Elianna closed her eyes.She tried.She really did.She searched for that flicker of warmth in her chest — that small glowing ember Seraphina said was her source. At first, it trembled like a whisper. Then it grew hotter. Too hot.Like fire licking her veins.Her breath quickened.“Elianna?” Seraphina’s voice cut through. “Don’t push it. Just channel it gently.”But the warmth inside her was no longer gentle.It swelled. It clawed. It begged to be unleashed.Suddenly, her eyes snapped open — glowing gold.The air around her shifted.Wind surged violently in a circle around her, tossing dirt, leaves, and petals high into the air. The marble beneath her feet cracked.Seraphina took a step back. “Elianna, let go of it!”“I CAN’T!” Elianna screamed — her voice layered, almost inhuman.

The moon was little more than a curved blade of silver hanging over Qombinia when Elianna stepped into Drakonios’s private solar, half-expecting servants or guards to be lurking in the corners. Instead, the wide room was hushed, lit only by a dozen low candles and the orange glow of banked coals. The great dragon-carved doors slid shut behind her with a muted thud, sealing off the distant clamor of armored patrols changing watch.Drakonios stood at the balcony rail, robe loose, long dark hair spilling over one bare shoulder. He didn’t turn at first; he seemed lost in the city lights below—pale lanterns weaving along the river like muted constellations. In the lull after the day’s confrontation, silence felt fragile, as though any harsh word might shatter it.Elianna took a slow breath, letting the door’s cool wood steady her spine. Court had been exhausting—so many eyes, so many unspoken judgments. But here, in the half-lit hush, she felt something in her chest unclench by inche

The moon was still high when Seraphina stormed into the inner courtyard, her robes sweeping behind her like waves. The palace was unsettled—guards whispering, nobles lingering at corners with wide eyes, rumors rising like wildfire.But Seraphina didn’t care.She walked past them like a storm in silk, ignoring every bowed head and hushed greeting, her mind set on one thing: him.She found Drakonios by the obsidian arch, standing beneath the moonlight like a statue carved in fury. His cloak was thrown aside, his jaw locked, his hands braced on the black stone railing. He didn’t turn when she approached.“Tell me you didn’t believe what you saw,” Seraphina said, her voice trembling not with fear, but with fury. “Tell me you didn’t look at her—and doubt her.”Drakonios’s eyes closed. “Not now, Seraphina.”“Oh no, now,” she snapped, stepping forward. “Because while you stand here sulking like a wounded god, she’s in her room, crying, wondering how the man she trusted could walk away withou

The night air was bitter, like it knew what was happening.Elianna sat at the edge of the fountain near the palace stables, wrapped in a thick gray cloak, her eyes distant. She hadn’t cried in the past hour. There were no tears left. Only the empty ache of being discarded by someone she once believed would choose her over everything.Footsteps approached softly.She didn’t need to look to know who it was.Seraphina.The princess sat beside her without a word, silence falling between them like snowfall. Then, gently, she reached out and placed something in Elianna’s hand — a silver ribbon, delicate and glowing faintly in the dark.“I enchanted it,” Seraphina said softly. “Tie it around your wrist. It’ll protect you from tracking magic for a few days. Just in case.”Elianna stared at it, then clutched it in her palm.“Thank you.”Seraphina nodded.For a moment, neither spoke. The silence said too much.Then Elianna broke it, her voice low. “He didn’t even listen. He looked me in the eye