All Chapters of The Billionaire Serpent King's Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Selene's POV The gates of Drakon estates slid open, and I drove through, the afternoon sun warm on my skin. The memory of lunch with Lucien still lingered, a quiet, lovely afternoon in his office.I parked beneath the grand entrance, gathered my handbag and stepped inside, humming a tune under my breath.Margaret was already standing in the door, her smile warm and beautiful as always. "Welcome home, Mrs. Drakon," Margaret said as her smile widened."Thank you, Margaret," I replied, returning the smile. "It's a beautiful day.""I'm glad to hear it, ma'am."I had just taken a step further into the foyer when a violent crash echoed through the entrance hall. The sound of shattering glass.I froze. The smile vanished from my face. Margaret's face drained of colour. "What was that?"Before anyone could answer, raised voices came from outside."Sir, you cannot enter.""Move."Then a crash, the sound of a body hitting the floor.My heart lurched into my throat. I turned toward the gate as

Selene’s POV I woke slowly, tucked against the solid warmth of Lucien’s body. His arm was a heavy weight around my waist, his breathing steady against my neck. For a heartbeat, I stayed still, letting the quiet settle over me. Then my hand drifted to my throat. I froze. My fingers traced the skin, searching, pressing harder. Nothing. I sat up, pulling away from him, and frantically checked my neck in the dim light. There wasn’t even a faint scar. The pain from last night was gone, erased as if it had never existed. How? I turned back. Lucien was still asleep, his arm now resting on the empty space where I had been. I watched him, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then the memory hit me like a physical blow. The kiss. My eyes widened. I clapped a hand over my mouth, horror flooding my chest. What did I do? I had kissed him. I had initiated it. I had pulled him closer. A groan died in my throat as I buried my face in the pillow. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t even think.

Lucien's POV My baby's lips lingered on mine, soft and slow, tasting the sweetness of her surrender. My hand cupped the back of her neck, thumb stroking the delicate skin there as I pulled her closer, feeling the way her body melted into mine. She was still trembling from what we’d just shared, her breath shaky against my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that rumbled in my chest. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers again. “Every time you walked past me, every time you smiled or looked away too quickly I had to hold myself back. But now you’re here, in my bed, and you feel so fucking good, Selene. So warm. So tight. So perfect.” She didn’t answer with words, just pressed her face into my neck, her fingers curling against my chest. I smiled against her hair, letting my hand slide down her spine in slow, soothing strokes. The heat of her skin, the way she fit against me—it was everything I’d imagined and more. After a while, I kiss

SELENE'S POVI had stared at the same paragraph for ten minutes. The words blurred into meaningless ink. My mind wasn't here. It was upstairs, in the sunlight of our bedroom, locked on Lucien. I closed the book with a snap, the sound echoing in the quiet room. My heart gave a painful, rhythmic beat.God. A smile tugged at my lips, uncontrollable and bright. I covered my face with both hands, trying to smother it, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me. Selene, stop. But I couldn't. The memory was too vivid.I remembered the weight of him, the terrifying strength he usually kept so tightly leashed, now used only to hold me closer. I remembered the way his kisses had started, slow, deliberate, giving me every chance to pull away. And when I didn't, when I leaned in, the way he had groled, a sound that vibrated through my chest and settled deep in my belly. It hadn't just been sex. It had been a claiming, yes, but not of ownership. It was a surrender. His surrender.He hadn't pulled away

SELENE'S POVThe howling didn't just wake me; it tore me out of sleep like a hook in my throat. It wasn't a dream. Dreams didn't carry that kind of visceral, bone-deeping terror.The sound drifted through the darkness, a mournful, rising and falling wail that echoed somewhere beyond the estate's high stone walls. It sounded human, agonizingly so, but beneath the cry lay something primal, something wild that made the hair on my arms stand up and my skin crawl as if infested with insects. I opened my eyes, my heart already hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.For a few seconds, I lay paralyzed, staring into the darkness. The bedroom was suffocating, washed only in pale, sickly moonlight that sliced through the gaps in the curtains. The fabric moved gently with a breeze I couldn't feel, but beside me, the sheets were cold.Empty. Panic, sharp and immediate, spiked in my chest. "Lucien?"My voice was a trembling whisper, instantly swallowed by the heavy silence of the room. Anot