Todos los capítulos de CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

~MIA~“Okay, take a day off and rest. I won't disturb you.”I take a deep breath, tired of this back and forth. “Thorne, I want to work. You can't keep discouraging me from working.”“This isn't me preventing you from working. Just take a day off.”“No, I'm going to work today.”He's already looking frustrated and I know he's holding himself back from raising his voice.‎ His eyes run through my entire body, as though he's noticing my outfit for the first time. “What happened to your clothes?”I look down at my outfit. “What's wrong with it?”“You look gorgeous as always, but your outfit looks bleak. It's not like you.”Why does this man notice everything?! Does he study me instead of the pack's history?“Do you also want to have a say over my choice of outfit?” I ask, my voice accusing.“I'm just pointing out that your choice of clothing isn't like you, something happened.” He argues back.“Nothing happened. Sometimes people can decide to be different, to try out something new.” I ret

~ELARA~As though she could see my confusion, Aria answers. “The royal sceptre will be blessed by the King and will be officially handed over to you when you're crowned Queen. It signals the passing over of authority and power to you.”There's a lot I need to learn.“Thank you. You may set them aside.” I say to the servant holding the tray containing the sceptre.With the servants still in my room, I turn to Aria, whispering. “Now what?”“I'll handle it.” She assures me before moving in front of all the servants. “You all may leave.”The servants trickle out of my room in an arranged order.This whole thing is new and overwhelming. Even as a Luna in Winterwood, I didn't have so many servants at my beck and call.Heck, me and Lucien didn't even have a wedding. We just found out we were mates and an honorary ceremony was held to declare me Luna of the Pack and that was it.It wasn't necessary for mates to wed, only those who are not mates and want to be together.Until the past few days

~MIA~“You know what I want, Mia,” he says, voice low and venomous. “I want obedience. I want loyalty. And if you don’t give it…” He snaps his fingers, and I flinch at the unspoken threat. “…everyone will know your secrets.”‎‎My pulse spikes, my throat is dry. My hands tremble at my sides, clenching into fists, my vision temporarily blurry before I steady myself. “You’re insane,” I whisper, but even as I say it, I feel my courage slipping away like sand through my fingers.‎‎He leans closer, and I can see the cruel glint in his eyes. His fingers brush against my arm. It's a movement that's light, teasing and threatening all at once. “Insane? No, Mia. I’m perfectly sane. You… on the other hand, you’re dangerous when you try to hide from me. That little secret you have…” He pauses, leaving suspense, “feeding poison to Elara… that one?”‎‎My stomach drops, my legs go weak, and my mind screams at me to run, to hide, to disappear. But my feet are rooted, glued to the stone floor. I can

~THORNE~My hands hover on her cheeks, unsure for a heartbeat. She looks so vulnerable and fragile.‎Rage burns through my veins. This all happened because I didn't pay close attention to her.But this is not the right time to scold myself. Not now. Not yet. Right now, my focus is Mia.‎I kneel beside her, brushing strands of hair from her face. Her skin is clammy, her lips parted as if she’s fighting for breath even in unconsciousness.She is mine, and I will not let her slip away. She'll get better.I go outside my chamber, turning to one of the guards. “Quick, tell Aria-” No, Aria is Dravon's most favoured servant. She's busy with the wedding preparations with Lady Elara. “Tell any servant to get a bowl of water and a clean cloth now!” I hastily reframe my words, my tone urgent.A guard scurries away while I wait by Mia's side, ensuring she's safe.At the sound of a knock, I dash out to the door, collecting the bowl and cloth, not bothering to even stare at the servant.I carefull

~Elara~His amusing expression seems contagious, because I find myself smiling in return. I shrug. “I don't mind going back and forth with you.”He takes a step closer, and the shadows retreat from his figure. He’s taller than I remembered, his presence larger, more commanding. The air feels thick, almost impossible to breathe. “You’re not asleep.”“Is it possible to sleep with all this wedding chaos?”“Are the preparations that stressful?”I give him a glare. “How will you know when you've been notably absent, leaving all the preparations to me?”“It wasn't intentional.” He simply says, his voice low.This somehow riles me up more than needed. “I had to pick out the theme colour of our wedding alone without even knowing your preference, I had to choose a cake flavour, draft out the guest list while I had no idea who to invite.” I ramble on. “I had to see the decorations and stand while Lafayette prickles me with a needle in the name of a dress fitting. Oh, I also had to pick the de