All Chapters of Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aella POV I took a step back. Then another. The battlefield didn’t stop. It didn’t slow. But something inside me— Did. “Aella.” Sol’s voice was right there. Grounded. Steady. His arm moved instinctively, placing himself slightly in front of me, golden energy flaring outward as another wave of attacks collided with his barrier. Explosions wrapped. Turned. Sent back. But his attention— Was on me. “You’re pulling back,” he said quietly. Not accusing. Observing. I swallowed. Forcing air into my lungs. “I saw him.” Sol didn’t ask who. He already knew. “Maxwell?” he asked. I shook my head. “No.” That got his full attention. “There’s someone else,” I said, my voice lower now, sharper. “Someone behind him.” A blast hit Sol’s barrier. Hard. Golden light cracked— But held. “What did you see?” he asked. I glanced toward the tree line. Even though I couldn’t see them anymore. “Maxwell wasn’t leading,” I said. “He was… waiting.” Sol’s jaw tightened. “For inst

Aella POV Too late. The shadows tore through the space where he had stood— And found nothing. Nothing. I stepped forward anyway. One step. Then another. As if forcing myself closer would somehow undo what had just happened. “He was here,” I said, my voice low, sharp. Certain. The ground beneath my feet still felt… disturbed. Not broken. Not altered. But wrong. Like something ancient had passed through it and left behind a scar no one else could see. The shadows returned to me. Not defeated. Not weakened. But unsettled. And that— That made something cold settle in my chest. “Why did you stop?” I whispered. They didn’t answer. Not with words. Not even with intent. Just a faint ripple. A hesitation. I clenched my jaw. No. “No,” I said louder this time, anger rising fast and sharp. The battlefield roared around me again—explosions, screams, the clash of metal and claws—but all of it felt distant. Muted. Because he had been right there. And he had walked a

Sol POV She didn’t even make it three steps. One second Aella was standing—barely, but still holding herself together. The next— Her body gave out. “Aella!” I caught her before she hit the ground. Her weight collapsed into my arms, completely limp, and something inside me snapped. Too light. Too still. No. My heart slammed violently against my chest. “Aella—stay with me,” I said, my voice rough, sharper than I meant it to be. Her eyes fluttered. Barely. “I’m… fine…” she whispered. No, you’re not. I could feel it through the bond. The difference. The terrifying difference. She was always overwhelming. Powerful. Endless. Now? She felt like a dying flame. “We’re not doing this here,” I muttered. I didn’t wait. Didn’t ask. I lifted her into my arms and moved. Fast. “Linus—clear a path!” “Move!” Linus roared, and people scattered instantly. Good. Because I wasn’t slowing down. By the time we reached the healer’s building, my chest felt tight enough to brea

Sol POV I didn’t want to leave her. Even knowing she was stable. Even knowing Beatriz had assured me—twice—that she was going to be fine. It didn’t matter. Every instinct I had told me to stay. To sit there. To keep holding her hand. To make sure she didn’t disappear again. But I couldn’t. Because the war didn’t stop just because she needed to rest. And if I didn’t act— She wouldn’t get the chance to. I exhaled slowly and stepped out of the healer’s wing. The noise hit immediately. Voices. Raised. Sharp. The Alpha meeting had already begun. Good. That meant we were already behind. I pushed the doors open. The room fell silent. Dozens of Alphas. Betas. Commanders. All of them turned to look at me. Not as the Prince. Not as the Heir. As something else now. Something I hadn’t fully accepted yet. “Continue,” I said. No ceremony. No introductions. We didn’t have time for that. One of the Alphas stepped forward. Hawk shifter. Ethan. His arm was bandaged

Sol POV Chaos. He appeared lazily in the center of the room, looking around like he had just walked into a very disappointing performance. Weapons shifted. Instincts flared. “Relax,” Chaos sighed. “If I wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be talking.” He looked from one Alpha to the next. Then rolled his eyes. “You’re all ridiculous.” Silence. “You say you’re afraid she’ll turn dark,” he continued, counting on his fingers. “Then you say she can’t sustain the power.” Another finger. “Then you complain she almost died using it.” He looked up again, unimpressed. “Could you at least decide what you’re afraid of?” No one answered. Because no one could. Chaos tilted his head slightly. “Is it that she’s too powerful?” A pause. “Or that she’s not powerful enough?” The room tightened. “That’s not what we—” someone started. “Oh no,” Chaos cut in, smiling faintly. “That’s exactly what you’re saying.” He took a slow step forward. “You don’t trust her because you don’t understan