All Chapters of My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The reception at the Blackwood Estate was, by all accounts, the most extravagant event in supernatural history.Champagne flowed like rivers, Lycan warriors danced with high-ranking Vampire countesses (a sight that nearly gave Valerius an aneurysm), and the human President had wisely excused himself after Nyx offered to show him where the "real monsters" slept.It was perfect. But my husband was losing his legendary patience.I was standing near the grand ice sculpture of a howling wolf, politely listening to the Alpha of the Parisian Pack congratulate us, when I felt the unmistakable, scorching heat of Killian’s chest press against my back.He didn't say a word to the Parisian Alpha. He simply wrapped a massive, possessive arm around my waist, his golden eyes glowing with a dark, feral intensity that made the other Alpha immediately step back and bow his head in submission."Killian," I murmured, leaning back into his solid frame, feeling the heavy thrum of his heartbeat against my s

Killian didn't just cross the distance; he erased it.The sheer concussive force of his launch kicked up a localized hurricane of white sand. He was a blinding streak of incandescent gold, the Alpha King roaring a challenge that had once brought entire Lycan empires to their knees. His ancient broadsword, wreathed in roaring solar fire, arced down toward the dragon's neck.Aurelius didn't even draw a weapon. He didn't even fully shift.The ancient dragon simply raised his right arm. As the flaming broadsword connected, Aurelius's pale skin instantly rippled, hardening into overlapping, obsidian-black scales laced with molten magma.CLANG!The sound of Killian’s solar fire colliding with the dragon’s primordial scales was like a nuclear warhead detonating inside a cathedral.A shockwave of pure, devastating heat blasted outward in a perfect circle. The lush palm trees lining the private beach were instantly incinerated into fine white ash. But it was the ground beneath them that truly

The Blackwood stealth jet tore across the Atlantic at Mach 3, pushing the advanced engines far past their safety limits. But Killian didn't care if the billion-dollar aircraft melted into slag the moment it landed.We were running out of time.I stood in the cockpit behind the terrified pilots, staring at the live satellite feed on the console. The Scottish Highlands, usually a serene expanse of green and mist, were completely engulfed in a swirling, apocalyptic hurricane of volcanic ash."Visual contact in thirty seconds, Sir!" the lead pilot shouted over the roar of the strained engines."Drop the rear ramp," Killian ordered. His voice was deathly calm, but the golden runes beneath his tactical gear were practically blinding, radiating a solar heat that was making the instruments in the cockpit spark."Sir, we are at ten thousand feet! The landing zone is completely overrun—""I said, drop the ramp." Killian’s Alpha command vibrated through the metal of the plane.The pilot slammed

The stardust had melted into the Scottish soil, but the chill in the war room of the Blackwood Estate was absolute.I sat at the head of the massive obsidian table, still wearing my wedding gown, though its hem was now dusted with dragon ash. Killian stood directly behind my chair, his large, scarred hands resting possessively on my shoulders. He was fully clothed again, wearing a fresh tactical shirt, but the feral, golden hum of his Alpha aura was vibrating through the floorboards.The heavy wooden doors slammed open.Lord Valerius swept into the room, accompanied by a gust of cold air and the heavy scent of copper. The immaculate, ancient Vampire Lord looked terrible. His silk suit was torn, and his pale skin was singed."The attacks in Europe are halting," Valerius reported, leaning heavily on the table, his crimson eyes locking onto Killian. "The wyverns and drakes are retreating into the earth. But it isn't a surrender. It was a distraction."Killian’s fingers tightened slightly

Stepping off the super-cooled obsidian bridge and into the cavern was like crossing the threshold of time itself.The oppressive, skin-melting heat of the caldera vanished, replaced by a heavy, ancient silence. But as my violet-gold eyes adjusted to the dim light, the sheer scale of the cavern stole the breath from my lungs.The Dragon King had hollowed out the entire mountain. And he hadn't left it empty.It wasn't just a pile of gold. It was a graveyard of human greed and lost civilizations. Mountains of ancient, minted coins formed dunes across the cavern floor. Scattered among the gold were things that shouldn't exist outside of museums and myths: the lost jeweled crowns of forgotten empires, perfectly preserved statues from Atlantis, and weapons forged from meteorite iron that hummed with dead magic.The walls of the cavern were embedded with raw, uncut diamonds and rubies the size of human skulls, catching the ambient light and turning the cavern into a twisted, glittering cathe