บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless King's Possession:Fated To The Untamed Beast : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

He looked down to see that the hook was in the front. "I knew that," was his smart reply."Sure you did." I said. He unclasped the bra hook leaving me naked from the waist up under him.Out of instinct my arm covered my breast as 1 refused to look at him, He grabbed my arm and leaned toward me. "You are beautiful," I looked into his eyes and there held sa mush care. A smile crept into my lips and I knew I could trust him. He kissed me again before he placed a nipple into his mouth causing me to let out a sharp gasp. He sucked on my nipple as it sent shivers down my body to my virginal. His tongue circled around my nipple as his left hand massaged my other breast. He sucked harder and nibbled a little, I gripped his hair tighter and pulled his mouth closer to my breast. His hands moved down my sides reaching down to the hem of my tights. He looked up at me for permission again. "You don't need permission," I told him. He smiled and slowly pulled the tights down my leg trailing his nail

The Day of WarThe sky over Xaerath was iron-gray, thick with the scent of battle. Clouds gathered like clenched fists, and a cold wind blew across the valley where armies stood in solemn formation.The earth trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation.Thousands of soldiers lined the field—Xaerath’s phoenix banners rippling in the wind, Qombinia’s black and crimson dragons glinting in the armor of the drakeguard. Mages whispered incantations. Archers nocked arrows. Beastmasters steadied their winged mounts.And at the center of it all, atop a ridge overlooking the battlefield, stood Elianna and Drakonios.The queen’s silver cloak flared behind her, her enchanted armor molded to her form, her round belly protected by layers of warded steel and woven light. Her crown glimmered like frostfire, her sword strapped at her side—but her truest weapon was her presence. Light rippled around her like a halo, a promise of hope.Beside her, Drakonios stood in his dragonsteel armor, obsidian and

The Final StrikeThe world was breaking.The sky, once swollen with storm and darkness, now glowed a fractured violet. Lightning forked across it like veins, and the ground cracked beneath the weight of too much magic. Reality was thin here—like old parchment pressed between fire and time.Drakonios crawled from the rubble, one arm dragging, blood streaking down his temple in thick rivulets. His wings were shredded—tattered banners of flame barely clinging to his back. Smoke rose from his armor where the shadowdrake’s venom had burned through the steel. His fire had dimmed but not died. Still it curled around his form like a loyal spirit refusing to let go.His eyes found her.Elianna stood several paces away, breath shallow, her gown and armor torn and bloodied, hair damp with sweat. Her body trembled, her fingers twitching from the overload of light still sparking under her skin. Her barrier had collapsed moments ago, the last of her power funneled into surviving Malric’s final wave

Queen of All BloodsThe days following the battle were quiet—but it was not the silence of emptiness. It was the hush of rebuilding, the pause before history rewrote itself in golden ink.And in the heart of Xaerath, in the ancient palace carved from ivory stone and obsidian glass, Elianna rose.Not as the broken girl who had once been a pawn.Not even as the warrior queen who had turned the tide of war.But as a living bridge—between light and fire, wing and claw, prophecy and choice.Her very blood was a map of every great power that had once ruled the realms: dragon, angel, human, witch. For generations, these lineages had warred, fractured, isolated themselves behind walls of pride and fear.But Elianna carried them all—and made them one.---In the weeks that followed the war’s end, she did not return to courtly comfort.She sought out the old ways.From the shadows of the ruined mountains, the ancient Advisor emerged—a being older than any kingdom, who had once served her mother,

The Coronation and Welcoming of Queen EliannaThe skies over Qombinia had never looked so golden.The twin suns of the realm aligned perfectly that day—an event the sages called Celestial Harmony, said to occur only when balance had truly been restored to the world. The air shimmered with soft enchantments, and flower petals rained gently from the sky, enchanted to never wilt before touching the ground.Qombinia’s palace gates—once closed to all but the highest of nobles—now stood wide open. A carpet of woven starlight stretched from the skyport to the palace steps. And at its end, the people waited. Not just Qombinians, but citizens from every realm. Dragons in human form. Witches in flowing robes. Angel-kin with silver markings. And humans with hands clasped in awe.The day had come.Their queen was returning.---The skies stirred with the approach of the royal skyship.Whispers raced through the crowd.“Is she truly coming?”“She gave birth mid-flight, they say.”“The twins… born