All Chapters of Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Dorrin’s POVIt felt as though the floor had vanished, leaving me suspended in a cold, ringing silence where the world was nothing but static. My mind went white, unable to process what had just happened, while a strange, heavy numbness settled into my chest like lead. For a heartbeat too long, I couldn’t even remember how to breathe.The roar of Storm, who tried to take control, returned me to reality—violent, furious, clawing at my bones as if my dragon could force the world to undo what it had just taken from us.Mira had just disappeared into the mirror.Gone. As if she had never been here at all.Alexander was standing there, touching the glass surface of the mirror, his fingers pressed flat against it, desperate, disbelieving. But the glass looked ordinary—cold, smooth, cruelly normal.The maids were pale, gasping in shock, one of them covering her mouth as if afraid the sound of her own breathing might shatter what little control remained in the room.“Damn it,” cursed Alexande

Mira’s POVI wasn’t chained.That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up, and it should have terrified me more than iron restraints ever could.The room was spacious, dark in colour, with gold patterns etched into the walls. Everything surrounding me screamed luxury—far more excessive than my palace in Eradrakor. I lay on a wide bed covered in dark linen that smelled faintly of roses and something unfamiliar.For a long moment, I didn’t move, trying to process what had happened to me.My body ached in that deep, hollow way it always did after magic was used on me without my consent. I felt weak. I tried to call Asfar, but I couldn’t reach her. The bonds—both of them—were quiet. Not severed. Just… distant. Like hearing thunder far away and knowing a storm existed somewhere beyond the horizon.That scared me more than chains ever could.The door opened without a sound.I turned my head slowly, already bracing myself.He didn’t rush in. Didn’t look. He paused just inside the thresh

Mira’s POVI knew already, but I did not want to believe it. I looked at Draven, and I could not believe it was possible to despise and love a person at the same time. Something inside my chest cracked at the same moment—a sharp, ugly fracture that let everything spill out. This was not how it was supposed to feel. My bonds with Dorrin and Alexander were a blessing, but this bond felt more like a curse tightening around my ribs. “Are you my mate?” I asked, trying to mask my trembling voice, but I could not. My heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear it. His eyes sparked with fire. “Unfortunately, I am,” he replied, suddenly looking at me with disgust. That look hurts more than any blade. Confusion and pain hit me all at once. Why did he not like me? What had I done wrong? I searched my memories desperately, as if I had already failed him without knowing how. “I do not know how such a fragile, weak girl could get a powerful dragon. How could I be paired with someone

Alexander’s POVI was buried in paperwork, trying to escape reality. Every night was torture—going to the bedroom without my mate in it. I sighed deeply, staring at the ink I could no longer focus on.The night was quiet. Too quiet. Then I heard the flap of wings.Storm landed on my terrace and shifted, his presence grounding and painful at the same time.Moments later, Dorrin entered the study. He nodded and sat in the chair in front of me.I lifted my gaze. He looked hollow. No fire in his eyes, dark circles carved deep from sleepless nights. A mirror of my own reflection.I poured wine and passed him a glass, taking one for myself.“One week… Alexander. It’s been one week,” he said quietly, staring at a single point before taking a sip.“Worst week of my life,” I muttered, drinking like the wine could dull the ache.“We searched everywhere. Contacted all allies. Involved witches and fae… nothing,” he said, clenching his fists. “It’s like she vanished into the air. No one knows how

Mira’s POV For a few days, I pretended to grieve. I needed to show Dorrin that his plan to break me was working. And it softened him, just a little. My cell was changed again—this time to a spacious bedroom. The closet was filled with beautiful dresses. I had just taken a bath and put on a maroon dress with golden patterns when a sudden knock on the door startled me. Draven had never knocked before. “Come in,” I answered curiously. The door slowly opened, and a young woman entered, her eyes lowered. A human woman. She bowed. “Queen Mira, His Majesty asked me to escort you to breakfast,” she said shyly. My heart started to beat faster. I could finally leave the room—and maybe gather information that would help me escape. The human girl had barely entered my life and already revealed secrets. She called Draven His Majesty.So he was a king. I had no idea that my mate—my captor—was a demon king. I couldn’t hide my excitement and almost ran out of the room.Her face remained u