Todos os capítulos de Possessed By Him: The Alpha's Trophy: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 72​Morgana’s POVThe muffling, agonizing sound of Cassian’s grief came down the hall, but doing nothing to cool the wild, electric ambition surging through my veins. How could he be sad over that damn girl, when I'm here?​I stood by the tall, iron-ribbed window of the northern outpost, staring out into the swirling blizzard. Through the reflection of the dark glass, I watched myself adjust the crimson fur trim of my mantle, a slow, calculated smile curving my lips.​Master Vane was dead. Lilith has finally found her home behind those gold gates with her mind wiped clean. And Prince Kaelen had just been declared her royal betrothed.​It was absolute, beautiful perfection. Now it was time for me to finally claim what has always been mine. The moon goddess sure knows how to reward patience.​"You shouldn't be smiling, Morgana," a voice grunted from the shadowed corner of the chamber.​Lord Ray stepped into the flickering firelight, his broad hands resting heavily on the iron p

Chapter 74Lilith’s POV"Back away from her, Commander," Prince Kaelen’s voice cut through the heavy silence of the solar like a velvet-sheathed blade.He didn't draw a sword. He didn't shout. He just simply stepped past Lord Solon and my grandfather’s silver-clad Inquisitors, his tall, imposing frame draped in the shimmering obsidian and dark violet silks of the Eclipse Realm.Corvus didn't flinch. His hand remained clamped firmly around the hilt of his solar dagger, standing like an immovable wall between me and the High Court. "I answer to the High Queen and the Princess, Prince Kaelen. Not to foreign obsidian steel.""You answer to whoever holds your leash, glass-lancer," Kaelen purred, taking a slow, deliberate step forward.The air in the room instantly plummeted. A suffocating, crushed pressure—the ancient, dark solar gravity of the southern peaks—filled the solar, making the heavy velvet curtains freeze in place and the silver basin of sun-well water turn to uneven ice.Befor

Chapter 76 Lilith’s POVThe door blew inward, with a force that I couldn't explain.Splintered iron and crushed black oak exploded through the cabin as Kaelen cleared his sheath, his dark blade catching the purple arc of his own magic as he swiped at the sudden spray of debris.The air changed instantly. The suffocating, perfumed heat of crushed lilies and sulfur was wiped clean by a wall of bitter, freezing ozone that smelled of wet pine, scorched iron, and days or weeks old blood.In the breached doorway, framed against the dark storm of the pass, stood two men.The first was Brandon, his face streaked with black soot, his broadsword already dripping dark silver blood onto the snow. But my eyes didn't stay on him.They locked onto the monster looking but still breadtakingly handsome man standing beside him. The irony of how fearsome he look but I still found him eye-suiting to look.He didn't look like a lord, nor did he look like a knight. He was a towering, like a battered tempe

Chapter 78​Lilith’s POVThe kind of heat that came out of Cassian's body was unreal; it could melt down an entire snow ball.Rays of gold form a vapour-like heat on Cassian's skin, it was intense, but it didn’t burn my dress or scorch my skin. Instead, it comforted me with warmth that turned freezing mountain air into a comforting breeze, it made my heartbeat five times faster than it originally was.Prince Kaelen pushed himself up from the snow. His amour was cracked and dark liquid leaked from it with purple sparks, and his violet eyes were wide with shock as he stared at the glowing golden runes on Cassian’s chest."You're a ghost," Kaelen spat, his voice thick with a mix of disbelief and anger. He dragged his heavy sword through the slush, the dark metal continously buzzing like something with dark magic. "The Sun-Kings were all slaughtered during the First Convergence. You’re just a northern bastard using magic."Cassian didn't answer. He didn't waste time with threats or spe

Chapter 80​Lilith’s POV​The smelled of dried lavender and stale stone was the fragrance that filled the guest chamber I was staying in; It was large, clean, and entirely cold room, even though a small fire place was built at the tail end of the room close to a small tea table to give the room some warmth but it didn't do much.I pasted around the room, unable to touch the pitcher of hot water the handmaidens had brought in earlier to keep me warm. Instead, I stood by the narrowly framed window, watching the rain pour heavily into the inner courtyard. My fingers traced the cold glass, my knuckles still stained with dried mud and tiny traces of blood from the mountain pass.​I heard a loud knock on the door before I could turn towards the door, it clicked open almost immediately, Brandon stepped inside, carrying a dark cloak over his arm and a black mug of steaming tea. He still looked battered and had not cleaned up after the fight. His jaw tightened when he saw the already cold