All Chapters of The Devil's Broken Doll: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

(Apollo)“Nothing… forbidden, my king,” the shadow demon said meekly.“What did happen?” Apollo asked softly. almost too softly.“She…” Aethan’s gaze flicked up, a flicker of something like awe in it. “She lit the runes, Majesty. Wherever she walked. The old ones. The Queen’s marks. The palace… liked her.”The air seemed to tighten around the word Queen. Apollo’s fingers closed reflexively. The soul on his chains spasmed.The Queen, again. Her ghost had no right to still haunt his halls. He had burned that throne to slag. He had watched her banners melt. History was supposed to stay dead.He had felt it himself already—flashes of something in Adelaide’s magic that tasted older than anything that belonged to a mortal. But Cael had named it Emberflame when he reported, and Apollo had let it rest there. Easier to say she was some dead ember-line’s stray descendant than to entertain the notion that the Old Queen’s stories were being rewritten in his own halls. He had torn that era down wi

(Apollo)“Try again,” Apollo said softly. A king’s mercy was always worse than his wrath. Mercy meant time. Time meant suffering.Behind the door, something shifted—a quiet, almost inaudible sound of fabric against stone. Adelaide moving. Awake. Listening. He felt her attention like a pulse. A second, softer sound followed: breath. Controlled. Trying to be silent. Trying not to exist. Apollo knew that kind of quiet. Mortals did it when they feared a predator would notice them. He also felt the tremor in her magic, like wings flexing under skin. She wasn’t asleep. She was bracing.His temper sharpened. Because she shouldn’t have to brace in his palace. Not when he had already claimed her. Not when he had already decided she was his.Cael’s eyes flicked to the door for a flicker of a moment—less than a heartbeat, but Apollo caught it. The shadow at his feet curled tighter, spilling protectively across the threshold as if it could shield the mortal from the rage seething on the other sid

(Apollo)The room greeted him with a familiar mix of smoke, bath salts, and a trace of his fire in the walls—blended with the lingering heat of Adelaide’s arousal. It hung in the air like incense, dense and sweet, clinging to the stone. As he entered, the wards flexed around them, the stone acknowledging its king and the mortal it had come to favour. Ancient sigils pulsed in the walls, echoing old prayers at a god’s approach—part reverence, part fear.She wasn’t in the bed.For a fraction of a second, irrational panic clawed at him—Where is she, who took her, who dared—and then relief slammed into him when he saw her.She lay on the floor at the foot of the bed, sprawled on her back on warm stone, as if her legs had simply buckled and she couldn't rise. Cale’s cloak still hung around her shoulders, pooling beneath her like spilt shadow. Ancient sigils pulsed in the walls, reacting as if stirred by her presence—like old prayers when a god entered a chapel, drawn between reverence and f

(Apollo & Adelaide)For a heartbeat, the words hung between them like a pulled thread—thin, trembling, ready to snap.Then Apollo surged forward.His mouth crashed against hers in a kiss that felt like a door being kicked open. Hot, molten, claiming—nothing gentle, nothing restrained. The sound she made was a gasp caught on a moan, and he swallowed it like he needed it to breathe.Adelaide’s hands shot up to brace against his chest. The moment her palms touched him, she melted—every thought unravelling in the scorching pull of him. Under her fingers, his chest was solid heat, muscles flexing as he dragged her closer, erasing even the ghost of distance.She felt herself surrender completely, her body yielding first, spirit reluctantly following. Confusion flickered—was she giving in, or being taken? The uncertainty deepened her surrender, sending her spiralling further.His hand cupped the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair with possessive urgency. The other slid down—ov