Lahat ng Kabanata ng Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Mira’s POV I was deep in my thoughts as we passed through the hallway, so I didn’t even bother to look around properly. We reached Alexander’s chamber in silence, and our luggage had already been placed inside. My eyes swept around the room: spacious, a huge bed that could fit four people, a wardrobe, a fireplace—but not much furniture, and the room didn’t look cosy. Small trinkets, maybe paintings—something that would give the room warmth and a sense of home—were missing. The dark grey interior didn’t help either. Alexander sensed my mood. “My queen, these are your chambers too now. You can redecorate however you like.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles, washing away my doubts and jealousy. “Would you like a tour of the castle?” he asked, drawing slow circles on my hand with his thumb. My pulse was already spiking, and I answered playfully, “Eventually, yes. But right now, there’s something else I want.” He smiled and replied in the same playful tone, “And what could tha

Mira’s POV Sunbeams broke through the curtains. Alexander’s side of the bed was already cold, and on his pillow lay a red rose with a small note: “My queen, I had to leave for training. See you at breakfast. Love you.” I quickly pulled on leggings and a shirt and fixed my hair into a high ponytail. It was time to show the wolves that even in human form, I was not weak. I couldn’t spar, but I could still show them what I was made of. I rushed to the training grounds.Training had been going on for a while; the warriors were drenched in sweat and looked exhausted. I scanned the arena, searching for Alexander—and there he was. Shirtless, beads of sweat glistening on his torso, perfectly ripped muscles shifting as he demonstrated an attack move to the warriors. He moved gracefully, sunlight playing in his dark hair, his eyes shining.“What a delicious view,” purred Asfar, and I couldn’t deny it—heat pooled low in my belly as I watched my mate.They broke into pairs to practise the move,

Mira’s POVAlexander rushed off to meetings again, and I slowly got ready before heading to breakfast. Today, breakfast was served for the ladies outside in the garden, so we could enjoy the view and discuss the coronation arrangements.Ghosts of Alexander’s passionate touches still lingered on my skin—his whispers, his promises to love me forever, branded into my body and soul. Yet beneath it all, something felt wrong. The usual warmth that followed our intimacy had curdled into a restless unease, sharp and unfamiliar.Diana, my mother, Marina, and Queen Ariana were already waiting for me at the breakfast table—smiling, chatting, sipping their aromatic coffee. The scent of delicious food mixed with flowers from the garden was pleasantly alluring. I glanced around the table… Grace was missing. Again. A bitter thought surfaced—whenever Alexander was busy, Grace always seemed to be as well.I took my seat and greeted everyone, receiving warm smiles in return.Diana winked at me. “I he

Mira’s POV My lips parted. I gasped. Alexander and Grace stood fully dressed in the large, spacious room. Grace held a platter of pastries; when she noticed me, she froze mid-chew. Alexander’s expression went blank—like a deer caught in headlights. Servants moved around them, adjusting bookshelves, moving a sofa, and arranging large potted plants. “Mira, what are you doing here?” Alexander asked, the words awkward and rushed. The disappointment in his voice cut deeper than the question. “I wanted to see my mate. Is that a problem?” Grace lowered the platter onto a side table. Her smile was polite, careful. “I’ll leave you two alone.” Neither of us stopped her. She motioned for the servants to follow, and the room emptied, the door closing far too softly. “So this is where you sneak away with Grace,” I said, my gaze slowly sweeping the room. “Cozy place for meeting your lover.” “Mira—no. This is for you.” He stepped closer. “I wanted you to have a space to paint and write. Gra

Alexander’s POV I was wrapping up documents in my study, and again and again, Mira’s face flashed through my mind. The cold way she had looked at me—and the warmth of her gaze when she looked at the Royal Commander, the king now—hurt more than a dagger ever could. Of course, he was Mr. Perfect, who never made mistakes, a saint, an angel himself, nothing compared to me— I ran my hands over my face, trying to shake the thoughts, but they clung like shadows. I hated myself for letting it happen, hated that I had let pride and fear dictate my words, and now Mira was paying the price. “Stop ranting. You lied to her about your past with Grace,” Velkan growled in my mind. “I was intimate with Grace five years ago. It does not matter now. The past is the past,” I replied, brushing my fingers through my hair, though my voice sounded hollow even to me. “You still chose to lie to her instead of coming clean. She would understand,” Velkan shot back. “So smart of you to judge. So tell me, wh