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

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

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“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

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

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