All Chapters of Reborn as a dragon Queen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ayla's POV Eren and I walked back to the palace in comfortable silence. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a sense of accomplishment warming my chest. "Once again, thank you for today, Eren," I said as we reached my chamber door. "For not asking questions. For trusting me." She gave me a small, genuine smile. " Yes yes yes. You are my Queen, Liliana. My loyalty is to you." I watched her walk down the hallway before slipping into my room. The satisfaction of my secret message to Caius hummed beneath my skin. I had taken a step, my step, toward revenge. No one else knew, and that made it even more powerful. I spent the rest of the day in a rare, quiet contentment. I practiced small, controlled bursts of fire in the palm of my hand, feeling my connection to Veylara grow stronger and smoother. Seris, my wolf, seemed calmer too, her presence a steady, warm comfort in the back of my mi

".Don’t… don’t stop,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing at the admission. A triumphant smile played on his lips. “Good girl.” He rewarded me with more pressure, more speed, and I whimpered, my hips moving involuntarily. I was so close, so close to the edge, and I didn’t want to fall, but I couldn’t hold back either. His fingers worked relentlessly, and I found myself clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Thorne,” I gasped, my world narrowing down to the pleasure he was giving me. “I–I’m going to–” He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moans as the orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling. He didn’t stop until I was boneless beneath him, my body humming with satisfaction. When he finally pulled away, he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. “Are you going to deny it again?” he asked, his tone a mixture of triumph and something darker. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I couldn

Ayla's POV His hand was like a iron band around my arm. "Where do you think you are going?" Thorne demanded, his eyes flashing with anger. I yanked my arm back, my own anger making my skin hot where he had touched me. "Do not touch me," I snarled, my voice low and dangerous. "We are in the middle of a council meeting," he said, his tone implying I was a child having a tantrum. "Go back to it then!" I shot back, my voice rising. "Go back to your... your friend! It seems you have more important people to hug than your own mate!" A smug, knowing look crossed his face. It made me want to claw his eyes out. "Is that what this is about? Jealousy?" "Jealous?" I laughed, a cold, harsh sound. "Of what? You think I care who you paw at? You made me feel... you made me feel safe last night," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "You made me let my guard down. And then this morning, you look at me like I am dirt on your boot. And now her? You are a snake, Thorne. A lying, pa

Ayla's POV The morning sun warmed my face as I walked through the castle grounds. Everywhere I looked, there was happiness and celebration. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze while the smell of roasting meat made my stomach growl. People were laughing, children were running, and musicians were playing happy tunes. I smiled to myself. Today was the day. Today I would see Caius. Today I would show him that the woman he threw from a cliff was now a queen. I walked through the crowds, watching everything. People bowed as I passed, but their eyes were friendly today. The festival mood had made everyone happy. Then I saw Maddie walking toward me with a nasty smile on her face. "Well, well," she said, looking me up and down. "Aren't you looking too peaceful well too bad you won't be wearing that fancy white gown for the festival." I stopped walking and stared at her. "What do you mean?" She leaned closer, her voice a poisonous whisper. "Let's just say your special dress had a li

Ayla's POVI stood near the refreshment table, watching Caius from across the crowded room. His face was still flushed red from the questions I had asked him earlier. He kept smoothing down his fancy shirt and looking around the room nervously, like a trapped animal. Sylvia stood glued to his side, whispering sharp, angry words into his ear. She was trying to make him feel better, but it clearly wasn't working. He looked more uncomfortable with each passing moment.After a few minutes of this, Sylvia suddenly broke away from him. She marched right through the crowd, her eyes fixed on me. When she reached me, her face was tight with anger."What was that little performance all about?" she demanded, her voice shaking with rage. "Those questions? You deliberately embarrassed him in front of everyone!"I took a slow, calm sip of my drink, not letting her see how much pleasure this gave me. "I was just making friendly conversation," I said smoothly. "If he felt embarrassed by simple questi