All Chapters of The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The throne room was quieter these days.No matter how many banners hung from the crystal pillars or how brightly the sun shone through the enchanted skylight, a chill lingered in the air — subtle, persistent, like the whisper of something unsaid.Elianna stood alone before the window, her hand resting gently over her belly. She was dressed in her ceremonial robes, soft gold silk woven with the sigil of the new Xaerath — a phoenix rising from ash.And yet, she felt no warmth.“Your Majesty,” her steward said carefully behind her, “another petition from the northern quarter. The fishers… are worried about the border flames.”“Border flames?” she repeated, turning slowly.“Yes. They say they’ve seen firestorms over the distant hills. Some say the dragon king is approaching. Others…” His voice trailed off.She narrowed her eyes. “Others?”“They fear… you’ve summoned him.”A heavy silence followed.Elianna’s lips parted slightly. “But I haven’t.”“I know, my queen.” The steward bowed his h

The Palace of Xaerath shimmered under twilight’s gentle veil, its towers glistening like frost-kissed crystal. The air hummed with renewed magic — the kind that whispered of hope, healing, and peace.But peace, Elianna had learned, was often a mask.In the Queen’s Council Chamber, the candlelight danced on the round obsidian table, reflecting against the faces of her trusted advisors. They spoke in calm tones, bringing reports from border patrols, trade routes, and temple wards. Their words were measured — their faces steady — but something underneath felt… wrong.Elianna sat straight-backed in her throne-like seat, her hand resting lightly atop her belly beneath flowing silk. Though no one dared speak of it openly yet, her pregnancy was no longer something she could hide.Still, no one had asked about it.Until tonight.“I believe we must now consider how to address… the growing curiosity among the people,” said a voice — smooth, well-measured, unshakably polite.The silver-tongued a

The fire in the great hall burned low, casting flickering shadows on the black marble floors. Crimson banners hung like wounds from the walls, motionless in the still air.Drakonios sat in silence, a goblet of blood cradled in his hand. He had taken three sips already — each one as bitter as the last. There was no strength in it tonight. No rush of power. Only the taste of ashes.Across from him stood Kaelith, his most loyal companion and only true friend. Battle-scarred, steady, quiet as always.“You haven’t spoken since the last siege ended,” Kaelith said. “The Vampire Queen bent the knee. Kalista's generals surrendered. But I don’t see peace in you.”Drakonios didn’t lift his gaze.Kaelith walked slowly toward the table. “Still no word?”The dragon king closed his eyes.“She’s gone,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t even know where.”He leaned forward, bracing his forearms against the stone table, the goblet still clutched tightly. “I’ve searched. Sent eyes acros

The gates of Qombinia groaned open as the storm cleared, and with it rode a shadow cloaked in fire and silence.Drakonios left without ceremony. No guards. No royal banners.Just him… and the guilt that thundered louder than war drums.The truth of Elianna’s innocence burned in his chest like a second heart. His memories of her had become unbearable — her laughter, her rage, her soft moments of trust — now twisted by the weight of what he’d done.He had banished her.He had believed Cassandra’s lies.And now… all he had was the need to make it right.The only person who might know where she had gone was Elliot — her brother. The newly crowned prince of the human kingdom, now residing in Kallistar under the protection of their restored allies.So that’s where Drakonios went.Not as a king.But as a man undone.---The sky above Kallistar was clear when the Dragon King arrived. But his presence darkened it.He didn’t announce himself.He didn’t wait for an audience.He descended from th

The sky had turned golden with dusk as the two men stood on the palace balcony of Kallistar — the silence between them heavy, yet not hostile.Drakonios leaned against the edge, arms folded, eyes trained on the distant ridges of mist that concealed Xaerath’s hidden borders.Elliot stood beside him, more hesitant now. He had asked about his sister. Revealed the truth of the Forgotten Land. But another question pressed at him — one he hadn’t voiced in months.He glanced sideways, then cleared his throat. “And… Seraphina?”Drakonios didn’t look at him right away.“She hasn’t spoken to me since I sent Elianna away,” he said finally, his voice low. “You know how she is. Quiet. Gentle. But when she’s hurt… she disappears.”Elliot nodded, his throat tightening.“I’ve sent word. Knocked on her door. She won’t even answer her maid.” Drakonios sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “She doesn’t want to be found. Not by me.”“Was she… angry?”“She was devastated.” Drakonios’s voice softened. “