All Chapters of CLAIMED BY THE DEMON KING: DARK ROMANCE: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

ELARA'S POVThe feast goes on as though nothing happens. Dravon wanted to end the feast, to put up a search but I restrained him. This is meant to be a feast to unite everyone, a night where people can be merry after weeks of fear. For the villagers, it's a night that signals that they can now move to their new homes, no longer staying in the displaced camps. Revealing that I was almost poisoned and starting a search party will ruin the peaceful atmosphere.Thorne notices Dravon's foul mood and comes to our table.“Did something happen?” His eyes flickers from Dravon to me.“Someone poisoned my drink.” I reluctantly answer.Thorne's eyes go wide. “We need to wrap up this feast and search for the perpetrators immediately.”“Exactly what I said.” Dravon chimes.“We can't disrupt this peaceful atmosphere. Everyone looks so happy.” I gesture to the people happily chattering around us.“Your Majesty, respectfully speaking, this party can go to hell.” Thorne says, clenching his jaw. “Findin

~Elara~‎‎A shadow leaps from the beams above. I spin, claws half-shifted, catching the glint of metal as another dagger slashes for my throat. I duck, twist, and slam my elbow into the attacker’s ribs. The impact sends him stumbling, but he recovers fast, rolling and coming up with both blades drawn.‎‎He’s tall, cloaked and masked. His scent, human mixed with wolfsbane. My eyes narrow.‎‎“Who sent you?” I growl.‎‎He doesn’t answer. He lunges.‎‎The first blade grazes my arm. Pain burns sharp and hot, but I barely feel it. Ney surges forward, power rolling through my veins. I grab his wrist mid-swing, twist hard, and hear the satisfying crack of bone. He shouts in pain.‎‎With one motion, I kick his legs out from under him and pin him to the ground, claws pressing against his throat.‎‎“Talk,” I hiss. “Now.”‎‎He chuckles, a low and raspy sound. “You think you can stop what’s already begun?”‎‎“Watch me.”‎‎His eyes gleam through the mask. “You’re too late, Your Majesty. T

~Elara~I turn to Dravon to protest but he stops me. “You've been awake before dawn planning this feast. You need sleep, the rest of us will handle it.”His voice is stern, carrying a commanding tone. At this point I know it's useless arguing with him so I agree. “Fine, I'll be a dutiful wife and obey my husband.”“I'll join you later.” He says before leaving with everyone.Mia comes to stand by my side, as we both watch them split up to search the palace. “You're not really going to be a dutiful wife, are you?”I smirk. “I should put more effort in my acting, you're reading me too well.”“I'll be waiting for you in your former room. If it passes an hour, I'm alerting the King.”“Deal!”“And for the love of the Goddess, don't put yourself in harm way else the King will have my head. He entrusted you into my hands.”“Stop worrying Mia.” I wave her off. “I'm trained and even if anything happens, Thorne won't allow Dravon to touch you.”She sighs. “Good luck.”“I won't be needing it, rat

MIA'S POVThe sun sits low over the Demon’s Pack training field, spilling gold across the sand and steel. With recent events, I've thought it wise to learn how to fight. In the Lycan kingdom, self defense is the best defense. Anything can happen at any time and it's best to be prepared. ‎I spot Thorne, he's already here.‎ Of course he is. He just stands there, tall, broad shoulders gleaming beneath the faint light, dark hair damp with the morning mist as he instructs a person that's training. As though sensing me, he tilts his head to me, his eyes finding mine, sharp and unreadable. And I swear my heart skips. “Why do you keep standing there? Come in.” Thorne says through the mate link.I look around and realize that I'm still at the entrance. I quickly walk towards Thorne, while still trying to take in the new environment.‎‎“You’re late,” he says, voice rough but annoyingly calm.‎‎“I’m five minutes early,” I mutter, glancing at the sky.‎‎“Then you’re ten minutes late,” he r

ELARA'S POVI sit on Mia's bed as I watch her show me a night gown. The silk nightgown is beautiful on her, subtly accentuating her curves. I raise my thumb in approval.“Finally!” She exhales. “It was beginning to feel like I have nothing good in my closet.”“This one is nice.” I say honestly. “I’m guessing you're spending the night in Thorne's room?”She nods, then slightly frowns. “Is this weird? Talking about your Beta in this regard?” “You mean knowing my Beta's personal life through you?” I confirm.She nods again. I think about it for a while before responding. “I don't think it's weird. Thorne and I have a cool relationship and you're my friend. We did talk about Dravon the same way, did it feel weird?”“No, it just felt like two friends gisting.”“Same here.”She proceeds to hang the remaining nightgown in the closet.“Mia,” I call out. “I have a very intrusive question.”“As long as you're not asking for a very detailed breakdown of Thorne's and I act behind closed doors,