All Chapters of Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Together, hand in hand, Sol and I closed our eyes. They had silenced the surface. They had muted the roar. But they had not cut the roots. I reached down—not outward. Down. Past skin. Past muscle. Past the locked silence of my wolf. Into the marrow. Into the place where the ley lines did not hum politely—but burned. Sol’s fingers tightened around mine as he followed the same descent. I felt him beside me—not as a dragon, not as fire—but as a gravitational force. The runes beneath our feet pulsed, trying to isolate us. Trying to cage. We didn’t fight the cage. We sank beneath it. The ley line below the Imperial Tower wasn’t calm. It was furious. Furious at the bombs. Furious at the blood spilled on its back. Furious at the foreign metal hammered into its veins. When we touched it, it did not hesitate. It surged. Maxwell’s expression shifted. “What are you—” The marble floor split with a thunderous crack. Not upward. Downward. The glowing suppression circle s

Everything was pain. Not the sharp kind. Not the kind that burns or cuts. This was the kind that erases. I had no body. No breath. No skin. No heartbeat. I was not floating. I was not falling. I simply was. A cluster of scattered thoughts drifting in something that was not dark and not light. Who am I? The question did not sound like a voice. It was more like a ripple in still water. Where am I? There was no echo. Why? The word fractured. When? Time did not exist here. There was no before. No after. Only a stretched, endless now. I tried to move. There were no limbs to command. I tried to scream. There was no mouth. I tried to feel the wolf. Nothing answered. I tried to feel the Flame. Nothing burned. Only fragments drifted through the haze. Silver. Gold. Fire. Shadows. A crown. A laugh. A promise. I didn’t know what they meant. But they felt important. Then— Something else. Warmth. Not around me. Through me. Love. Fierce. Protective. Un

Sol didn’t leave the Imperial Academy. He didn’t even consider it. While Bruno organized perimeter control and the Alphas secured every corridor, Sol, Linus, and Marcus descended into the fractured underlevels of the Silver Tower. There was no sign of Maxwell. No bodies. No residual Eclipse signatures. It was as if they had evaporated the moment Aella disappeared. That terrified Marcus more than open battle. “They don’t retreat clean,” he muttered as heavy drilling equipment was brought in. “They leave messages.” Linus crouched near the fractured ley vein, palm flat against the cracked marble. “They’re still here,” he said quietly. “Not physically. But this structure was altered recently. There’s reinforced alloy beneath the bedrock. Someone invested in this trap.” Sol stood at the edge of the chasm. He hadn’t moved much since issuing orders. His eyes were closed. Feeling. Searching. The bond was still there. Faint. Distant. But alive. “She’s not broken,” he said q

Boots echoed in the corridor before I could respond. Seren stiffened instantly. She slid away from me and pressed herself flat against the damp stone wall, making herself as small as possible. Shoulders curled inward. Chin tucked down. Hands folded neatly in her lap. She didn’t look rebellious. She looked invisible. I understood the instinct immediately. Before the guards could round the corner, I repositioned myself exactly how they had left me—on my side, blanket half-draped over my shoulder, one arm slack across the floor. I slowed my breathing. Then I forced it shallower. Colder. Still. And deeper than that—I pushed my power down. Not hidden loosely. Buried. I imagined the doors in my mind slamming shut again. The wolf stepping back into shadow. The void folding over the spark. Layer after layer of silence pressing inward until there was nothing left to detect. No ripple. No pulse. Nothing. The heavy door at the end of the hallway groaned open. Two guards stepped

There were voices. Whispers. The prison door slammed open, metal echoing down the damp corridor. Hands touched me. I felt the roughness of gloves against my arm as someone rolled me slightly onto my back. “Subject Thirteen,” a voice muttered. “Status now.” Seren’s voice answered, shaky but quick. “She collapsed. I gave her the story like you told me. She said she was going to get me out… and then she collapsed.” A pause. “Did she use her power?” “No,” Seren said. “She said she couldn’t find it.” Silence followed, thick and calculating. Then another voice spoke—older, colder. “We’ll take it from here. I need a medic and the power compass. Check her over.” Boots moved closer. A scanner hummed above my chest. “Sir…” another guard whispered nervously. “I can’t find a pulse. It’s too slow.” “Damn it.” The voice sharpened instantly. “Lift her up. Now. Before the Alpha arrives.” For a moment, there was nothing but the rustle of movement. Then— Silence. Heavy. Dead. A