All Chapters of Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Numb

Aella POV I felt… nothing. Not emptiness. Not numbness. Something colder. Sharper. Like everything inside me had been… sorted. Filed away. Controlled. Every emotion that wasn’t tied to Sol— Or the life growing inside me— Silenced. Gone quiet. And I let it happen. Because feeling everything right now— Would break me. And I didn’t have the luxury of breaking. Not anymore. Not with him. Not with my baby. My hand rested over my stomach. Instinctive. Protective. Mine. A slow breath left my lips. Pamela. The name echoed in my mind like something distant. Familiar. But no longer… close. I should have been devastated. I should have cried. Screamed. Demanded answers. But instead— I felt cold. Controlled. Because the truth was simple. She hadn’t taken it seriously. My child. My baby. Riot. The name settled deeper into me. Real. Alive. And suddenly— Everything else mattered less. Much less. Still… A part of me twisted. Angry. Not just at her. At

Safe

I wanted to plan. That was the problem. Even as everything inside me felt… heavier— Even as my body begged me to stop— My mind refused to slow down. We needed a strategy. A timeline. The wedding. The coronation. The sanctuary. The war. The baby. Everything felt urgent. Everything felt like it had to happen now. I shifted slightly, already preparing to stand— To move— To do something. But Sol’s hand tightened around mine. Firm. Unyielding. “No.” I blinked. “What do you mean no?” I asked, already pulling slightly. “We don’t have time to—” “You’re resting.” His voice wasn’t loud. But it didn’t leave room for argument. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sol—” “In less than a month,” he interrupted. And something in his tone made me pause. Not anger. Not frustration. Something steadier. Something heavier. “In less than a month,” he repeated, slower now, “You were kidnapped.” I stilled. “You went through a trial that should have killed you.” My breath softene

Chaos POV The One I Chose

Chaos POV Since the beginning of my existence… I had never encountered a being more suitable to lead the Void to its glory— Than the woman sleeping before me. Aella Silver. My Queen. She lay still, finally at rest, her breathing slow and steady—yet even now, the shadows curled around her instinctively, as if drawn to her very essence. Not commanded. Not forced. Chosen. As it should be. I tilted my head slightly, observing her with quiet fascination. She had always been… different. Not because of her power. Power alone meant nothing. I had seen power corrupt. Consume. Destroy. I had seen rulers beg for me. Sacrifice themselves to me. Try to conquer me. And all of them— Failed. But Aella… Aella never tried to conquer me. She chose to understand me. To feel me. To listen. And that— That was why she was worthy. But her trial… Her true trial— Had not begun in the sanctuary. Nor in the void. Nor in the war. It began… When she was five years old. I remem

Chaos POV The one i choose 2

Chaos POV During her trial… My Queen had asked me a question. Simple. Direct. Are you the Void? And I had answered— No. At the time… It had been true. Or rather— It had been the truth she was ready to understand. But now— Now I could admit it. I am not the Void. And yet— I am. I am its voice. Its will. Its memory. Its hunger. Its balance. I am what remains when everything else is lost. The manifestation of something that has no form. No gender. No beginning. No end. I simply… Am. The soul of the Void. And now— I had a Queen, an amazing Queen. A slow smile spread across my face. Because that changed everything. Because for the first time— The Void was not waiting. Not observing. Not enduring. It was rising. Through her. Through them, i could feel the life and love changing the realm, bringing light and color back. My gaze flickered briefly to the dragon— Still guarding her. Still watching. Still ready to destroy anything that came too close.

Stolen for a wedding.

Chaos POV“Yes,” I said lightly,“There you are.”Hunter’s gaze met mine.Steady.Unimpressed.Good.Very good.“I was looking for you.”A flicker of confusion crossed the room.The King straightened.The Queen narrowed her eyes.Linus shifted slightly.Marcus looked like he was already regretting whatever was about to happen.Hunter, however—Didn’t move.“Why?” he asked.Direct.Efficient.Perfect.I smiled.Wide.Delighted.“Because,” I said,“You are about to help me plan a wedding.”Silence.Absolute.Then—“…What?”Several voices.At once.Predictable.Boring.I waved a hand dismissively.“The Queen requires efficiency,” I continued,“And the King has decided that patience is no longer an option.”My eyes sparkled.“So we adapt.”Hunter blinked once.Slow.Processing.“…You’re serious.”“Oh, entirely.”Before anyone could react—Before anyone could protest—I moved.One step.And I was in front of him.Another—And I lifted him.Effortless.Bridal style.Because why not?The roo

Order POV Lost any say

Order POV I arrived as Chaos left. He preferred spectacle. I preferred… timing. The medical room was no longer quiet. It pulsed with tension. Sharp. Uncontained. The Queen stood at the center of it. Anger radiating from her in controlled waves. Not loud. Not chaotic. But precise. Focused. Dangerous. “If your son gets married without me—” Her voice cut through the room. “You will suffer the consequences.” The King did not respond immediately. Wise. Very wise. Because this— This was not a moment for defense. This was a moment of realization. Of loss. Of control slipping through fingers that had held it for far too long. Pamela stepped forward. Agitated. Emotional. “Aella would never do that,” she insisted. Too quickly. Too confidently. “She wouldn’t get married without telling me.” Silence followed. Heavy. Incorrect. I let it linger. Just long enough. Then— I appeared. Not fully. Only my head broke through the veil. Light folding around me. Sti

Just US.

Aella POV I was angry. At everyone. At everything. Except him. That part— Was absolute. Sol was the only constant in the middle of everything that had just broken. And maybe that was why— Now that I was safe— Now that the chaos had stopped chasing me— I felt… Nothing. Just— Exhaustion. Bone-deep. The kind that made everything feel heavy. I lay there. Still. Letting it happen. Sol was beside me. His fingers moved through my hair slowly, absentmindedly, like he needed to remind himself I was real. We stayed like that for a while. “You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured. “Am I?” “Yes.” A pause. “Do you want to share?” “…No.” He smiled faintly. “Fair.” Silence settled again. Softer this time. “Tell me something about you,” I said. He went quiet for a moment. Thinking. Then his hand slowed in my hair. “My father…” he began. And I felt it. The shift. Subtle. But there. “I was never really me to him.” I stayed still. Listening. “I was a replacemen

Becoming

We were making a list. Not of enemies. Not of strategies. Not of war. A wedding list. And somehow, that felt more overwhelming than anything else. “Molly,” I said softly. Sol nodded. “Marie.” “Of course.” A small pause settled between us before he added, “Linus.” I hesitated, just for a second, then nodded. “Yes.” Another pause. “Aurora and Leo,” he said. This time, I didn’t hesitate. “They’re not optional.” A faint smile touched his lips. “Agreed.” We sat close—closer than necessary for something as simple as a list, but not close enough for everything we had just been through. I leaned into him slightly, resting my shoulder against his. For a moment, I let myself exist in something simple. Something quiet. Something ours. Then everything shifted. It was subtle at first—a tightening in his posture, a sudden stillness that didn’t belong in this moment. I turned toward him. “Sol?” His gaze had gone distant, focused on something I couldn’t see. His jaw tightened,

The edge of war

Aella POVThe world folded around us, not like the shadows or the spirit realm, but sharp and abrupt, unmistakably Chaos’ doing. One moment we were in the mountains, and the next we stood at the very edge of the Silver pack lands.Less than ten feet away from Maxwell.I felt him before I truly saw him. Something about him was deeply wrong, like a presence that had refused death and paid the price for it. When the wind shifted, the smell hit me—decay, rot, something burned and unnatural. It took everything in me not to recoil.He looked worse than I remembered. Thinner. His skin stretched too tightly over his bones, his features sharper, almost distorted. But his eyes… his eyes were the worst part. Too bright. Too aware. Too unstable.And when those eyes landed on me, he smiled.Then he laughed.Loud. Unhinged. The kind of laugh that didn’t belong in the world of the living.“So…” he dragged out slowly, his voice rough and twisted with amusement. “You really are with pup.”My hand move

to either end… or save the world on its own

Maxwell snapped.Whatever fragile control he had left shattered completely.“You’re wrong!” he barked, his voice breaking as he pointed at Chaos. “He may have been exiled, but he was still a King!”His chest rose and fell erratically, his eyes wild, desperate, clinging to something that no longer existed.“He was looking for his Queen,” Maxwell added, almost feverishly. “Just like I am.”That—That was enough.Beside me, Sol lost control.I felt it before I saw it.His power surged, sharp and blinding, and in the next second, his hand lifted—Golden light erupted from him, encasing Maxwell completely.Chains of burning light wrapped around Maxwell’s body, locking him in place.Maxwell laughed.Laughed.“You think this will stop me?” he taunted, voice echoing unnaturally. “I’ll come back. I always come back—”Then he paused.Confusion flickering across his face.The light wasn’t hurting him.Not like before.Not like it should have.Sol smiled.Cold.Calculated.“You think I would give

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