Who Does Dorian End Up With In Throne Of Glass の小説・ストーリー

I felt the spikes in his tone. But more so, his fear. So I looked straight into his eyes and said firmly, “I'm marrying you, Dorian. If that doesn't give you enough assurance then I don't know what else would.” Val would want a blowjob and a long hard fuck to forgive me. The blue sparkles told me that Dorian is different. And yet, there was a slight doubt that he may be exactly like Val—. “Kiss me,” he whispered, “the way you want to kiss me.”

Emilio and Noah seem to be getting on well. Sebastian and Otto are doing their own thing, engaged in their own motives. El and Chia both give me a look. A look that says, "I know you're hiding something from me." I was, and maybe it was time to tell them the truth, that I was in love with Darin. That we had been having a relationship for years. Or that Noah's presence was screaming to me. That he was my true mate, a destined Fae connection that almost never happens.

She escorted him to his room then left them. "The girl...." Dorian said. He gasped for air. "Where is she?" "Father, calm yourself". Lady Lane came back with a glass of water which she offered Dorian. The king finished it all in one gulp. "Better?" Daerason said. The king nodded. Daerason explained the situation," There was no sign of them in the ruins. Im afraid Altar Cleos escaped with the girl....or she escaped with him. Either way they are gone."

Irene sighed a little at how simple this young man looked currently, hoping that what he revealed on the outside matched his thoughts inside. "There will be a test to determine the position of the East Lord." Edmund suddenly said. She looked back, and a strand of her silky black hair fell in front of her chest. After the transformation was still ongoing, not even a speck of silver was visible on her hair. "What does that have to do with me?" She shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant tone as she threw the longsword in her hand, successfully entering its scabbard from forty meters away. "Any remaining royal descendant could join." Another masculine voice joined in their conversation. She whip

The thread that had tormented me for years had finally snapped. Back in Moonshadow Pack, Dorian had to be helped into the estate by the Beta. His face was almost colorless, and he had not been able to stand through the night. Every time he tried to reach for Liora through the bond, all he found was a deeper emptiness. The Beta said under his breath, "Alpha, the bond is gone." Dorian lifted his head, eyes red. "Who gave her the potion to cut off our bond?" "Most likely a northern witch."

"And in this Kingdom, the mother of a Royal Prince cannot be 'just a Knight.' He would have to be your Consort. Your husband. Permanently." I looked out the window again, toward the training grounds where Rowan was barking orders. If what Dorian was saying is true, then wouldn't that mean I could keep Rowan by my side forever? "Find the text, Dorian," I said, my voice steady and cold. "Bring it to me tonight." "As you wish, Your Majesty." I leaned back in my chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. I will do everything within my power to make him mine whether he likes it or not.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

And when the war ended, she could come home. If they survived. Dorian lifted his head, silver-veined fur catching the dim light. He would return to the castle. Stand beside the King as Beta. Keep hope alive a little longer. And then—when the future was secured—he would claim his mate. Dorian had an idea. The universe itself was preparing for war. The signs were everywhere: mates long separated and newly formed were finding one another, each bond awakening powers that felt deliberate. Orchestrated. This was not a coincidence.

"He's not a student in the way we're students. He doesn't have an ulterior motive the way Lysander has an ulterior motive. But he's not separate from all of this either. He's inside it." "So are you," Nora said. "By proximity if nothing else." "Which is exactly the problem." Demi turned from the window. "I came to this island for a law degree and to help my best friend navigate a vampire engagement contract. I did not come to develop feelings for someone in the inner circle of the vampire crown prince." "Did I say feelings?" "You implied it with your face." "My face is neutral." "Your face is never neutral," Demi said. "It's just precise. There's a difference." She sat back down on the bed,