Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 157

Dorrin's POVI stood watching Mira train with Diana at the training grounds. Ever since the babies were born, she spent every single second of her free time—the moments she wasn't nursing or hovering over the cradles—training. It was like she was trying to outrun her own shadow.After her return from the Demon Kingdom and the birth of our children, something in her had snapped and reset into a different shape. She was sharper, colder, like a blade left out in the frost. I watched her throw dagger after dagger. Her aim was terrifyingly perfect. She didn't blink when the wind caught her hair or when a nearby guard dropped a shield. When Diana threw daggers back at her, Mira didn’t just dodge; she moved with a desperate, restless energy, her powers flickering around her like a second skin. She was mastering moves she already knew, practicing until her knuckles were raw and her tunic was soaked in sweat. She looked like she was preparing for an apocalypse.Alexander approached, his boots

Mira’s POV He stopped less than a meter away, his knees hitting the marble with a heavy thud as he suddenly lowered himself into a bow. My heart was drumming a frantic, irregular rhythm against my ribs. He did not look like the cruel, arrogant king who had haunted my nightmares; he looked like a grovelling mate, desperate for a sliver of his lover’s attention. What kind of game was he playing now? “Kill me if you wish, but please... let me speak first,” he said, his voice cracking as he extended the dagger toward me. It was Glossin steel, cold and unforgiving. I could finish him right here, right where he knelt, effortlessly. But my hand wouldn't lift. I hesitated, caught in the gravity of his presence. I could feel the heavy, rapid breathing of Alexander and Dorrin beside me—I saw the way Alexander’s eyes narrowed into slits and how Dorrin’s chin lifted in defiance. They both despised my third mate from the bottom of their hearts for every scar he had carved into my soul. “Mir

Dorrin's POV I looked at Mira as she slept, gently brushing her cheek with the tips of my fingers. I had been terrified that rejecting Draven would leave a deep, festering scar on her soul, but she had proven once again that she was a fighter. She was recovering faster than I ever dared to hope. Ever since we were little hatchlings, I knew that behind that shy, quiet facade lived a fierce and brave heart. I had always loved her; I thanked the Moon Goddess every day for pairing her with me, even if I had to share her with Alexander. At first, I had viewed him as a threat—a competitor for the heart of my love. But as time passed, I began to see him as a protector and additional support for our mate. She was ours. Over time, I learned to respect and understand Alexander; I even forgave him for the poor choices he made at the beginning of our journey. Since the day I marked him as well, I could feel his emotions rolling through our own bond. It wasn't a sexual pull, but something mo