บททั้งหมดของ Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Shock hit first.Then anger.Maxwell was alive.I stared at the satellite image Molly had projected above the council table, my chest tightening as the shape of his body became clearer.Him.Standing there like nothing had happened.Like we hadn’t watched that entire island collapse around him.Like the explosion hadn’t swallowed the ritual chamber whole.My fingers slowly curled into fists.He should have been dead.We had all seen it.The room around me buzzed with shouting, but for a moment the voices blurred into meaningless noise. My mind kept replaying the image.Maxwell.Alive.Then something tugged at my memory.A line from the ritual book.My eyes widened slightly.Sunlight.Only sunlight could end him.The manuscript had been clear. Creatures brought back through that ritual didn’t die the same way living beings did. Their bodies could be destroyed, crushed, burned, blown apart—But they would keep returning.Unless the body was destroyed by direct sunlight.A slow, cold ang

The silence that followed my last words felt absolute. Not a single Alpha spoke. Not a single voice rose. For the first time since we had entered the room… Everyone understood. Not just the danger. But the scale of it. A soft knock broke the stillness. Three sharp taps against the door. Every head turned. “Enter,” the King commanded. The door opened, and Linus stepped inside. He carried several scrolls under his arm, tied with worn silver cords that looked older than anything in the room. My chest tightened slightly. The Sanctuary. Of course. “These are from the Sanctuary,” Linus said as he approached the table. “The ones you brought back.” He placed them carefully in front of us. “You said they explained how the world used to function.” I nodded. “They do.” The room shifted again. Curiosity. Unease. Expectation. Linus untied the cords and unrolled the first scroll. The parchment was ancient, but preserved—like it had been waiting for this moment. Sol steppe

Aella POV I was sitting still. Too still. Around me, the world was moving at full speed—voices overlapping, footsteps echoing, commands being shouted across the room—but I felt… stuck. Useless. Angry. Afraid. I could feel my power. It was there. Alive. Stronger than ever. But I couldn’t shift. Not into my wolf. Not into anything. And that… that made me feel exposed in a way I had never experienced before. Like standing in the middle of a battlefield without armor. Without skin. Without instinct. I clenched my hands on my lap, forcing myself not to react. They were hiding something. I knew it. Too many glances. Too many whispers that stopped when I got too close. Too many conversations that shifted direction the moment I walked into the room. They thought I wouldn’t notice. They thought I wouldn’t feel it. They were wrong. Sol sat beside me. Just one chair away. But his hand never left mine. Not once. His thumb brushed slowly over my skin, grounding me… or

I didn’t move. Not right away. Sol was still beside me, still watching me like I might break apart if he looked away for even a second. Maybe I would. My hand hovered over my stomach again. Nothing. No difference. No proof. Just… possibility. Too big. Too heavy. Too dangerous. I swallowed hard. “Chaos,” I called softly. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. The air shifted instantly. The shadows around us stirred—not violently, not aggressively—but like something ancient had just turned its attention toward me. They felt different now. Closer. Listening. Then— They took form. Chaos appeared first, stepping out of the darkness like he had always been there. Order followed, his presence quieter, steadier—but just as powerful. They both looked at me. Not as a prisoner. Not as a student. But as something else. Something that still made me uncomfortable. “My Queen,” Chaos said, his tone almost amused. Order inclined his head slightly. “Aella.” I didn’t

Aella POV The moment we stepped out of the Academy— The world was already burning. Smoke clawed at the sky in thick, suffocating waves, turning daylight into something dim and sickly. The air tasted like ash and metal, every breath scraping against my throat like broken glass. And ahead— War. The gates were gone. Not broken. Not breached. Gone. Where reinforced steel and ancient runes had once stood, there was now only twisted debris and a cratered entryway, jagged edges glowing faintly from recent impact. Beyond it— They waited. Hundreds of them. Still. Silent. Watching. For a single heartbeat— Everything froze. Then one of them lifted their arm. And chaos began. “INCOMING!” Marcus roared. The first wave of bombs arced through the sky. Dozens of them. Black cylinders spinning end over end, humming with that same anti-magic frequency I had felt before. My stomach twisted. Not again. “Sol—!” I started— But he was already moving.