All Chapters of Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mira’s POVAfter Alexander left, it felt like something inside me had been ripped away. Not in a dramatic, storybook kind of way, but quiet. Ache in the chest. Silence too loud. I missed him. Gods, I missed him. His smile. His scent. The way his voice dropped when he called me “mate.” I missed the way my body came alive under his hands, how my soul reached for him without permission. I wanted him here. With me. Always.But he was gone.That morning, to my surprise, my mother knocked on my chamber door. Queen Veronica never knocked. She stepped in with a soft smile and said, “Your father and I decided to give you all a day off. The older council will handle duties. Go… be young.”I barely had time to register it before Cora appeared, tugging me out of my haze. She said they’d planned a small picnic, just like the ones we used to have before everything got heavy with politics. Elena, unsurprisingly, had opted out i

Dorrin’s POVThe moment I heard Mira’s scream, everything in me snapped.I didn’t think, and I just ran. Marina and Caspian were on my heels as I threw the chamber door open with enough force to rattle the hinges.“Mira!” we all said at once, our voices tangled in panic.She sat on the floor in the middle of the room, her robe askew, her skin flushed and pale at once, breath shaky. The air smelled faintly of burned roses and something darker—something scorched and venomous. Ash and fear.She looked up, eyes wide. “I’m okay,” she whispered, though her voice trembled.No, she wasn’t. Not even close.Marina rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug, whispering something soft I didn’t hear. My gaze dropped to the floor, and that’s when I saw it. The remains of a snake. Still-smoking. Blackened to ash. A fancy box beside it, ribbon half-burned, and a bouquet o

James’s POV I reached Liora’s door, I knocked once, paused, then pushed it open.The sight stole my breath.A  naked woman sprawled across Liora’s bed, another woman buried between her thighs, and a man thrusting into her mouth. Their moans and laughter mingled in air thick with scent and desire.I muttered, “Cripes… that was unexpected”, and turned away—but found no reprieve. What waited on my right side was equally provocative.Liora lounged in a velvet armchair facing the bed, her long legs open, a black robe parted entirely to expose the full, sinful curve of her flawless body. Her smooth, pale skin glowed in the dim candlelight, her perfect breasts bare, one hand lazily between her thighs pleasuring herself. Her violet eyes gleamed with predatory amusement.“Care to join them?” she purred. “Or me?”My face went hot, and I raised a ha

Mira’s POVI felt it more and more, this constant ache for my mate’s presence. Even though I had seen him at night, it hadn’t been enough. I missed him badly, craved the way his closeness calmed every storm inside me. And yes, despite how devoted I felt, images of Dorrin, his serious face expression at breakfast, the resonance of his voice, the pull of his scent, refused to vanish from my mind. Guilt sparked: how could I allow such thoughts when my heart belonged to Alexander?Caspian’s hidden yearning shadowed me too, his sacrifice, his affection scrawled on tear-stained pages. Doubt, loyalty, guilt tangled within me, each tug reminding me that allegiance and empathy could clash deeply.I convinced myself these distractions would fade once I completed my bond with Alexander. I longed to seal my dedication to him, to dismiss every lingering doubt.So, I decided to surprise him. I found James and asked him to mind-lin

Mira’s POVI woke before dawn, unable to shake the uneasy feeling after my nightmare. It didn’t feel like just a figment of my imagination, it felt like a strange riddle I needed to solve, and somehow, my future depended on it.I slipped out of bed, cold and still a bit shaky, and made my way to the bathing room. I signed, I would love to wake up in arms of my mate. It was getting harder and harder every day to bare a distance between us. A quick soak helped wash away the cold sweat and tension. Afterward, I dressed in fitted black pants and a matching shirt, tying my curls into a practical ponytail. It wasn’t glamorous, but I didn’t care.It was a training day—the day I would begin to discover and master my abilities. The day I’d learn more about who I really was. Honestly, I was both thrilled and terrified.I grabbed an apple and tried the drink Cora had introduced me to—coffee. Bitter but strong, it warmed my chest and jolted my senses awake. It w