Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King
Chaos laughed then, sudden and delighted and sharp enough to crack the paralysis in the room.
“Oh, no,” he said. “No, no, no. You do not walk into my throne room during my wedding carrying a stolen crown and call it a gift.”
Elias’s eyes shifted to Chaos at last.
For the first time, something in his expression cooled.
“And yet,” he said softly, “here I am.”
My blood was still on Sol’s hand.
His blood was still on mine.
The oath still pulsed between our palms.
And standing in the open doorway, with a crown in his hands and an empire of rewritten futures behind his smile, Elias Moon looked less like a man interrupting a ceremony and more like the future itself arriving to demand we prove we de