Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Mira’s POVWe arrived at the breakfast hall, and the long table was already buzzing with conversation. Nobles from both realms filled the seats, a glittering mix of silks, jewels, and sharp gazes. Near my family and Alexander’s, three chairs were reserved—for me and my mates. Marina and Gabriel sat side by side, radiant and glowing with happiness. Just a little further down, I noticed Caspian with Katria- still unmarked, but their shy smiles and lingering glances gave them away. They were falling, hard.I couldn’t help but smile.Greeting the court warmly, I moved among them as everyone enjoyed the lavish spread of fruits, breads, roasted meats, and spiced teas. But beneath the cheerful surface, I could feel the tension simmering. Questions hung unspoken in the air. I hadn’t addressed the court formally since yesterday’s ball, and they were waiting for answers.Taking a breath, I stood and tapped my fork lightly against

Dorrin's POV I felt Mira’s excitement radiating through the mate bond, her pleasure overwhelming her entirely. She was having sex with Alexander. I supposed to feel jealous, to be angry, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I was burning with desire, impossibly turned on. Following her delicious scent, I arrived at a cosy gazebo with sheer curtains fluttering lightly in the breeze. I could see through them—Mira panting, Alexander hungrily devouring her pussy with his mouth. His eyes looked with mine, smirking arogantly, while Mira blushed, hesitated, and then motioned me closer. “Please… I need you,” she whispered, and entranced, I stepped forward. Alexander moved aside, standing next to her, and Mira slowly slid her dress down, revealing herself to me. She approached, kissing me first gently, then with more hunger, more demand. Her hand brushed against my chest, sliding down to massage my growing hardness. She pushed m

Mira’s POVThe chamber was lit by the soft, flickering glow of candles scattered around, their golden light dancing over warm skin and throwing shadows that made every curve and muscle come alive. I was naked, my body burning with need, impatient to feel my mates.I knelt on the bedspread, breath caught in my throat as Dorrin’s gentle hands slid down my sides. His touch was steady, grounding, like an anchor in a storm. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my shoulder, slow kisses that trailed toward my breast. I gasped when his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking softly, his hand cupping the other, teasing me with a tenderness that made my stomach clench.Behind me, Alexander was a darker presence. I felt his heat before his hands even touched me, broad palms skimming over my hips, then lower, spreading me wide. His voice was a growl at my ear. “You’re mine tonight. Every inch of you belongs to me.”My heart hammered, torn between Dorrin’s calm r

Mira’s POV Straight after breakfast, I was in my study, surrounded by my advisors—who also happened to be my best friends—with the taste of divine blood still on my tongue and my panties still damped. “So, in this way, we would decrease the cost by twenty percent, and it will help us hire more teachers,” Katria’s melodic voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She was finishing her report on improvements to the education system. I blushed. It was embarrassing for the future queen to be thinking about smut when I was supposed to be focused on my kingdom’s challenges. “I’m sorry, Katria—this figure, is it for all schools and universities?” I asked. “Not only for the Royal School,” said Katria, “which we’ll open next to the palace to accommodate palace staff and nearby tribes.” “Oh, yes.” I nodded, recapping our previous discussions. Marina gently nudged my shoulder like she was shaking me a

Mira’s POVThe fire in the cottage crackled softly. The weather was not so cold outside, but fire was adding mysterious and romantic atmosphere and getting our clothes dry. We were both stark naked, and I shivered, not from cold but from the way Alexander held the silk scarf in his hand, winding it through his fingers like a secret he was about to unwrap.When he stepped close, nothing separated us—just fire, silk, and two racing hearts.“Do you trust me?” His voice was velvet, low and dangerous. My breath hitched. “Always.”He sat on the bed and motioned me to come. I obeyed without any hesitation.In a heartbeat, he caught my wrists and lifted them above my head, the silk binding me to the carved wooden bedpost. The knot wasn’t tight, but the helplessness made heat pool low in my stomach.“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, brushing his lips beneath my ear, the scarf trailing down my skin. “Even silk knows i