All Chapters of The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The thunder outside mimicked the chaos in Drakonios’s chest. He stood at the threshold of Xaerath’s grand throne room—once a forgotten ruin, now gleaming with magic, life, and legacy. But the woman on the throne… she was no longer the same girl he exiled.Queen Elianna sat in resplendent silence, flanked by shimmering banners of the House of Valemont. Her silver crown, shaped like outstretched wings, glinted against the stained-glass light.Drakonios stepped forward. Every eye in the chamber followed him, but hers remained cold and distant.He dropped to his knees."I was wrong," he said. His voice, though deep and powerful, trembled. "I failed you… our child… and the realm itself."A hush fell. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Elianna's hand, glowing faintly with frostfire, clenched the armrest of her throne."You banished me. You believed her over me." Her voice was steady, sharp. "Cassandra weaved lies, and you wrapped them around your heart like armor."He bowed his head l

Drakonios POVThe moon hung heavy over Xaerath—silent, watchful, like the ghosts of the kings that once ruled this land.He stood alone at the edge of the royal balcony, his armor stripped, his shoulders bare to the wind. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and magic—her scent. He could feel it in every stone of this palace she rebuilt without him. A kingdom born of her pain and strength.And he hadn’t been there to witness it.His hands tightened against the railing. Calloused, scarred… the same hands that had once held her close—and then pushed her away.He had been the strongest being in existence. The Omni Draco. Feared by legions. Obeyed without question.And yet… he had failed to protect the one soul meant to stand beside him.Elianna.The name was a prayer now. A curse. A plea.He closed his eyes, breathing in the night.He remembered the way her voice had trembled when she defended herself—the fury, the betrayal in her eyes. The way her power had surged, not with veng

Night fell.The palace was quiet.Servants treaded lightly, and the guards kept their distance, for word had already spread: The Dragon King had spent the day toiling in the dust with commoners, and the people of Xaerath had not welcomed him.Not yet.Not even close.Inside a quiet guest chamber tucked near the Queen’s wing, Drakonios sat alone in the dark.His robe was stained with dirt and blood. His palms were bandaged poorly—splinters still buried deep beneath the skin. His shoulders slumped forward, massive frame bent like a statue cracked in the middle.He sat on the cold stone floor. Not the chair. Not the bed.The floor.The king who once soared above kingdoms now sat lower than ever.His hands trembled.He’d endured curses, silence, cold glares, and even the hate of children—and he had swallowed all of it with dignity. Because he deserved it.But now, in the stillness… he cracked.He pressed his fist to his forehead and whispered:> “I killed her joy.”His voice trembled.> “

Night blanketed Xaerath in silver.The winds were calm, yet every torch and lantern flickered as though sensing the tension in the air. War loomed just beyond the mountains, but tonight, the palace was still. Quiet. Holding its breath.Elianna stood alone on the palace terrace, overlooking the valley that would soon become a battlefield. She wore no crown, no armor—just a soft midnight-blue robe, her hair loose and tangled from the day’s training. Her wings were folded tight behind her, her arms crossed, as if guarding her heart from the moonlight.She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her.But she knew who it was.She always did.Drakonios stopped a few feet away, silent.The breeze brushed past them. Still, she didn’t turn. “You never sleep either?” she murmured.His voice was low. “Not before war.”A pause.She sighed softly. “I used to be afraid of silence. Back when I lived in the human kingdom. Silence meant something was wrong. Something was missing.”He stepped closer. “And no

I got lost into his eyes. My breath vanished out of my body as I noticed how closer he got toward me trying to capture my lips into his. I closed my eyes and waited for our lips to meet. A moan escaped my mouth as his warm soft lips met mines. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer toward him. His body was warm against mines as his muscles were hard against my breast. My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him so close it was as if I was trying to devour him. His tongue rubbed against my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gladly opened. Our tongues fighting for dominance as his hands trailed down my sides, down my butt and to my thighs. He grabbed both my legs and lifted me. I gasp unto his lips but wasn't surprised when my legs automatic wrapped around his waist. Our tongues continued the battle as he took steps backwards. My back slammed against the wall causing me to moan. The slight pain was a turn on and I was also able to feel how much I was turning him on