All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Nyra’s POVWhen Ronan turned off the shower, the sudden absence of water made the room feel too quiet again. He wrapped a towel around me first, then another around himself. We stepped out into the steam, both of us moving slowly now, as if the heat had taken what little strength battle had left behind. He dried my hair gently. I let him. I should have felt strange standing there while he cared for me in that quiet, domestic way after the world had almost burned. Instead, it felt like the only real thing left. Afterward, we dressed in silence. I chose a soft dress because my skin felt too sensitive for anything tighter. Ronan pulled on trousers and a plain shirt, though he left the top buttons undone, as if even cloth felt like too much against his body. We moved around each other carefully, not awkwardly, just heavily. Two people carrying thoughts too large for the room.I sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, comb in my hand, staring at nothing. My hair was damp down my back. The

Nyra’s POVThe world had already fallen away, but I hadn't realized how much of it was still clinging to me until Ronan's mouth found mine again. His kiss was not gentle. It was not the tentative brush of lips I had imagined in my quieter moments, the ones I never allowed myself to dwell on. This was hunger. This was the wolf inside him rising to meet the dragon inside me, and I felt her stir in my chest, felt her claws scrape against my ribs, demanding I stop pretending. I didn't pretend anymore.His hands moved down my sides, rough and urgent, and I arched into him without thought. We were still standing by the bed, but neither of us had the patience for ceremony. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, and he pulled it over my head in one motion that sent my hair tumbling across my shoulders. The cool air of the room touched my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze."Ronan," I breathed, and the sound of his name broke something loose in me.He answered by pressin

Nyra’s POVA few days ago, the talk of extinction would have sounded too large. Too dramatic. Something said in panic but not believed. Now, after seeing dragon fire turn the ground to ash, after hearing the Outlands call our world fertileland, after learning Lucian had help from our side and wanted to claim what we were, the word did not sound impossible. That frightened me. Elara turned her tear-filled eyes to me. This time, the fear in them changed. It became worse. Because it had me inside it.“You are one person,” she said. My chest tightened. Not because the words were cruel. Because they were true.“You are powerful,” she continued, voice shaking. “I know that. I saw what you did. Everyone saw. You were…” She swallowed, as if even now she did not have the word for what Seraphina had been in the sky. “You were incredible. Terrifying. Beautiful. I don’t even know. But you are still one person, Nyra.” Ronan’s body went tense beside me. I kept holding Elara’s hand.“How many of tho

Nyra’s POVWe turned toward the quieter part of the Alpha estate, not the main house itself but a set of guarded apartments used for important visitors, political guests, or sometimes delicate prisoners. I had heard of them before but never been inside. Outcasts did not visit the places where important people were housed. We only cleaned near them when summoned, and even then, we kept our eyes down. Two layers of guards stood near the entrance. Not aggressive. Alert. They straightened when Ronan’s car approached. One came forward, recognised him immediately, then stepped aside after a brief look at me. His eyes flicked to the mark on my neck before he caught himself and looked away. Ronan noticed. Of course he did. The guard swallowed.“Alpha,” he said. “Luna.”Luna. Not Princess. Not freak. Not outcast. Luna. I did not know which title felt stranger anymore. Ronan got out first and came around to open my door. I stepped out, and the air around the apartment building felt different. W

Nyra’s POVFor a few seconds, the only sound was the faint movement beyond the window and Ronan’s slow breathing beside me. Then I leaned forward. “You don’t like my mother.”Spiro’s eyes darkened. “No, I don’t,” he said.At least he did not lie. Ronan’s fingers curled slightly, but he still let me lead. I nodded once, even though something in my chest had gone hot and sharp. “Then say that before you dress your resentment as fact.”Something shifted in Spiro’s expression. Maybe surprise. Maybe approval. Maybe irritation that I had seen him clearly. “My resentment is fact too,” he said.“Not all of it.”He leaned back slightly. For the first time, I saw the dragon in his stillness. Not scales. Not flame. Something deeper. A creature used to holding himself back because if he did not, his anger could become destruction. “I resent Queen Elaine,” he said. “Yes.”My heart twisted at the title again. Queen Elaine. My mother. His resentment. My confusion. All of it sitting in the same breat