All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

ANITA'S POVThe moon hangs high above the palace, pale and cold. It’s light spills across the courtyard stones as I move through the shadows, silent, focused and calculative. The guards are changing posts, this is perfect timing. Their boots scrape against the ground, their chatter careless. None of them notice me, the woman they should have been bowing to.‎‎Once upon a time, I was meant to be queen. The future Queen of the strongest being alive, Dravon. I had dreamed of standing beside him, ruling, commanding, adored. But then she came, Elara. Sweet-faced, soft-spoken, acting like she didn’t want power when deep down she craved it. She took everything from me.Now I don't want Dravon anymore. Someone came and opened my eyes to the possibilities of what I can be. Yes, I want to be Queen. I want to rule the kingdom but now, I don't need Dravon. Why depend on a man to get what you want when you can do it yourself?I was once obsessed with him once. I mean he was my childhood friend,

LUCIEN'S POVThe scent of herbs and burnt incense fills my lungs before my eyes even open. My body feels like stone. It's heavy, unyielding and bruised in places I didn’t know could ache. I remember taking the blade in my chest, but for odd reasons my entire body hurt. Somewhere far off, I hear voices. Faint. Low. Unfamiliar.‎‎When I blink awake, the light stings. White sheets. Silver drapes. The soft hum of magic in the air. I know this place. The healer’s chamber. But this doesn't look like the healer's chamber I'm familiar with, this isn't Winterwood. I try to use my hand to sit up, but my entire body is weak, I can't lift anything. What actually happened to me?“Wolfsbane” “Poison”These words rush back to me. I remember now, the blade was poisoned. The poison must have spread, weakening my entire body.I look around the room and I spot two people wearing a white coat with their hair covered with hair net, walking around the room, mumbling to each other. Where am I?I try to

ELARA'S POVThe air in the court room is tense, the silence heavier than any mountain in the kingdom. Dravon's voice booms once again, breaking it.“So no one can tell me the exact location of Lord Veyra?!” He turns to Lord Dimitri. “Not even you? You don't know where your dear ally ran too?”Lord Dimitri avoids meeting Dravon's eyes, looking down. “I don't know where he is, Your Highness. We're no longer close like before. I- I swear on my life, Your Highness.”Today's meeting has been filled with cautious words and Dravon's raging voice. Since we learnt that Anita and Calistra escaped, Dravon has been in a terrible mood. Not only did they escape, guards were killed in the process. The cuts and stabs were clean, almost as if it was done by an assassin, a professional. We truly underestimated Anita. Not only was she the mastermind behind every treasonous plot, but she's also gradually gathering rebels. It's as though she's preparing to fight war against us.But what still baffles me i

~Elara~The morning starts with silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, eerie kind that feels like the world is holding its breath. The curtains flutter in the wind as the morning sun shines brightly.‎‎Something feels wrong.‎‎I rise from bed, wrapping my robe around me. My hair’s a mess, my mind worse. I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. The air has been thick with tension since Kyle’s capture, since Anita escaped and Lucien leaving.‎‎I walk to the balcony, watching the courtyard below. Guards move in tense formation. Dravon’s men are changing shifts, but their movements are sharp, restless. The scent of unease lingers everywhere.‎‎I come back into the bedroom and that’s when I see it, on my bed side stool.‎‎A folded paper.‎A red ribbon.‎And Lucien’s wolf pendant glinting in the light.The letter Lucien gave me yesterday, I haven't opened it yet.‎‎For a moment, I just stand there, staring. My throat tightens. The pendant, it used to rest against his chest.‎‎I sink into be

~Elara~‎‎They move fast, including the welfare team, entering into burnt homes, checking for people hiding in fear or the wounded. There's an eerily silence. It’s the kind of silence that feels alive, waiting.‎‎I kneel beside a fallen woman. She's a young she-wolf, barely older than me when I first came to Winterwood. Her eyes are open, glassy. There’s no fear left, only stillness.‎‎Her hand still grips something. I pry it gently open. It’s a charm, a small wolf carved from bone. A protection amulet.‎‎It didn’t protect her.‎‎“Dravon,” I call softly. “They didn’t even have time to fight back.”‎‎He joins me, crouching beside the body. His jaw tightens. “Silver burns on her wounds. They were hunted.”‎‎My stomach twists. “Anita’s wolves.”‎‎He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to.‎‎I look around again. Every burned home, every body, every trace of destruction, all of it is a message. Anita didn’t just attack, she performed this massacre. How did she gather such a huge norma