All Chapters of Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mira’s POVThe next morning, Alexander served me breakfast in bed and was sweeter than sugar. He moved around the room with quiet care, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm between us. Every smile, every soft touch felt like a promise—not loud or dramatic, but sincere. Through the bond, I sensed his relief, his devotion steady and warm, and it eased something tight inside my chest.Another surprise came later from Marina when we gathered in the banquet hall to plan the crown ceremony. The hall buzzed with light voices and gentle excitement, and for once it didn’t feel overwhelming.“Sister, so you’ve added more work to our list. Now we’re also planning the Harvest Festival and your studio design,” Marina teased.“Stop ranting,” my mother chimed in. “We all know you love planning events, and since you’ll be staying in the North Kingdom, planning the Harvest Festival will help you learn more about the kingdom.”“I was just joking. I love planning events,” Marina replied softly, smil

Mira’s POVI did not tell Alexander anything about my little escape, nor about seeing the mysterious stranger. Some things felt safer kept silent. But from the moment I stepped back into the castle, unease settled into me, heavy and persistent—unsettled, as if something bad was supposed to happen, as if fate itself had already taken a breath and was waiting to exhale.“What’s wrong, my queen? You look pale like a ghost,” Alexander said later, once we were back in our chambers.“I am just tired and nervous about tomorrow,” I replied while brushing my hair. My reflection stared back at me—crowned, composed—but my grip on the brush tightened until the bristles bit into my scalp.“You will do great, as always. Nothing to worry about. But recently, you’ve been exhausting yourself too much,” he said, his voice full of care and love. He kissed the top of my head, lingering there. “You need to rest.”He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed, placing me down gently, as if I were m

Mira’s POV The moment the horn blew, I bolted into the woods. Bare feet touched warm soil, its rich, loamy scent clinging to my skin as my heart drummed in my chest with sweet anticipation. Sap, damp bark, crushed leaves—home. I had always been a hunter, never prey—but being chased thrilled me. I didn’t want Alexander to catch me easily, though I was undeniably waiting for the moment he would, for the moment I would be at his mercy, wrapped in the familiar heat of his scent. I moved deeper and deeper into the woods. The rustle of leaves, the sound of footsteps, the sharp tang of sweat, soft moans, and the musky arousal of mates already caught and now pleasured by their lovers—all of it faded as I went farther in, swallowed by shadow and pine-dark air. What was taking Alexander so long to find me? I stopped—and suddenly I was grabbed roughly from behind, slammed into a hard chest. I didn’t see his face, but I felt no sparks, no bond pull. I inhaled sharply—and froze. No s

Mira’s POV These mysterious green eyes were flashing in my mind. I wanted to forget them, forget the fact that I had been on the edge of death. The memory of the cold blade, the way my chest had tightened, the panic that had clawed at me—it was still raw, crawling under my skin, making my pulse quicken even now. I tried to tell myself I was safe, that I was back in my bed, but the shadows of that fear refused to leave. The warm touch of my mates drying me after the bath was soothing, soft like a balm against the tremor of adrenaline still rattling through my body, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed both of them. I needed to feel them claiming me, grounding me, reminding me that I escaped death. “I need both of you,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, raw with need and desperation. “Love, let the physician examine you first,” Dorrin said, ready to dress me in my pyjamas. His concern was kind, protective, but it only made my heart ache more—why did I need more than safety? I

Mira’s POVAlready shaken by Liora’s half-truths, all I wanted was rest before tomorrow’s big day. Silence. Distance. To hide in the familiar comfort of my chambers, wrapped in the safety of my mates’ presence—even if they were not physically there. I was drained, raw, and absolutely not in the mood for conversations.And of course, fate—or cruelty—made sure I ran into the last person I wanted to see.“Queen Miroslava, why are you in such a rush?” King Alfred asked as we collided in the hallway.Before I could even inhale to answer, his gaze slid over me slowly, lingering where it had no right to linger. “Pregnancy looks good on you,” he added smoothly. “You look even more irresistible.”From his lips, even compliments felt like insults—oily, unwanted, invasive. My skin crawled. I wanted nothing more than to brush past him and leave, to put distance between us. But I was a Queen, and he was a King of another realm—our guest.Duty forced my spine straight.“King Alfred,” I nodded polit