Semua Bab CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Bab 91 - Bab 100

ELARA'S POVI stared at myself in the mirror, straightening my dress even though there were no wrinkles on it.I was wearing a beige satin wrap dress with a wrap over design, which had an adjustable waist. It had a deep v neck, but not too deep to show my cleavages.I had curled my hair into deep waves, wearing a nude lipstick and a small hoop golden earring.I carried my black mini bag, moving back and looking in the mirror to see how it pairs with the outfit.“This was appropriate for a court meeting.” I said to myself, satisfied with the way I looked.When I came back to my room last night, I received a note from Dravon inviting me to today's court meeting.It was odd, since he wanted me to stay away from Lord Veyra and there's a 99.9% probability Lord Veyra would be there.I'm guessing I won't be allowed to speak like last time. I paused at my shoe rack, debating on whether to put on a black pumps or heeled sandals.It seemed like I was doing too much just for a court meeting but

I stood near the edge of the dance floor, hands clasped, heart hammering not from excitement but from nerves.I had come to the dinner party alone and was planning on avoiding Dravon throughout the event.Why?Firstly, I didn't have an answer for him yet. I still haven't made up my mind on whether to accept his marriage proposal or turn it down. While his idea was nice, I still had doubts planted by Anita this afternoon.I lied when I said I wouldn't overthink what Anita said, I spent my entire training ruminating on her words and the cautious part of me wanted me to back down on the offer. The calculative side of me was already trying to search for a way to accept the offer without losing anything in the end. The idea of drawing out a contract was beginning to emanate.Then there's the optimistic side, edging me to trust Dravon and agree to the proposal.My entire emotions were a mess.The second reason for avoiding Dravon at this event was because Anita was still his fiancee. Des

ELARA'S POVI left my closet, slightly adjusting the strap of my night gown. The moonlight filtered through the tall windows of my chamber, casting pale silver streaks across the room.It wasn't a full moon but it still shone brightly, lightening up the dark night.Unlike Mia and most werewolves, I rarely watch the moon or star gaze. I preferred to watch the sunrise.I watch the sunset sometimes because it's a beautiful sight. The way the clouds were painted with soft orange, pink and peach, blending seamlessly and transitioning from warm to cool tones leaves me in awe. It makes me admire nature more.Sunset is easily the most beautiful part of a day, but I cherish the sunrise more. Because sunrise brings hope, because it signifies the starting of something new, something unpredictable.I decided to gaze at the stars today even if I had no idea of what I'm expected to see. I wasn't feeling sleepy yet and the night was quiet and calm.I went to my balcony, the cold night breeze engulf

ELARAThe silence around me enhanced my focus as I aimed at the paper target, standing in my shooting lane.My aim is perfect, I just need to-“No, no, no” Vincent interrupted abruptly, his voice rippling through the silence. “Your stance is all bad, one wrong move and you'll miss the target.”He corrected my positioning grumbling. “You know all these things from day one. I basically didn't need to teach you anything, why are you slacking off now?”“I'm not slacking off.” I argue, muttering it under my breath. “Well missy, you are.” Oops he heard me.“You've not hit the bullseye since today.” He adds, gesturing to the paper target.I follow his eyes to the paper target, bullets littering on the floor but no one actually making a mark at the bullseye.It was a catastrophe in my books, I've never missed a mark since I began training, always hitting the precise spot.I could hit a bullseye with my eyes closed. I know this because I've tried it and Vincent was in awe. He called me a sho

ELARA'S POVI force a small smile, replying to greetings from servants out of politeness. If I'm to display how I feel, I'm sure I'll be tagged as rude.Besides, it's not anyone's fault I'm in a sour mood. I've laid my bed and I'll lie on it.I drag my feet lazily as I head towards my room, ready for the day to be over, tiredness engulfing me more than I'll like to admit.Today's training seemed like Vincent was out to make my life miserable. He was determined to make me the best shooter known in the Lycan kingdom.I was already good at shooting yet he kept pushing me to do more, setting nearly impossible targets. I could still hear his loud voice ringing in my ears.I'll have to request for ear plugs if this continues, his voice alone can make you lose focus.At this point I don't know why I'm being trained this vigorously, the pack isn't going to war and neither am I joining the pack's military team.But I can't really complain though. It feels nice to be good at something and with