Who Does Dorian End Up With In Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

They had finished doing my hair and my makeup when a soft knock came at the door. "Come in," I answered, and it was Damian. The Prince walked in, his eyes never leaving me. The maid bowed down in respect as they vacated the room giving us some privacy. "You're ready." He managed to say. He was so lost in drooling at my beauty that he didn't even realize that I had been watching him the whole time. "You look beautiful." He said and I gave a slight bow. "Come on, Thea. You have to be free around me. We're going to be spouses for a period of time and you can't keep bowing like that to me." He said, complaining about the bow.

she asked with curiosity. But Darius shook his head, “No, dear. It’s a movie about two men in love with the same woman,” Darius said, glancing in Damon’s direction. But Damon didn't lift his gaze from his plate. “Really? So who ends up with her in the end?” Amara asked, already getting excited about the movie. Darius chuckled softly at Amara’s excitement. “Of course, it’s the guy who loved her more,” he said, with a playful glint in his eyes. “True love always wins, right?”

Time and Time went by with Azrael coming to report to him of his mate who still remained in same condition as before but soon after few more hours into the evening,reported of her sleeping. Dismissing his beta,Dorian walked up the stairs, as the elevator led him to his room,a heavy sigh left his lips and he opened the door but at the greeting of an empty room,a growl left his lips and once he noticed the broken glass window,his eyes morghed to a dark shade of red.

" Amelia released her grip. Meanwhile, Romy started laughing out loud because he had won. "I had assumed you and your parents had passed away, yet it appears you are still living. However, it seems that I was unable to get rid of everything. Amelia, you're smart too. But you are no longer the Luna of old; instead, you are the lowest caste Omega, because I have seized all of your parents' thrones," Romy stated. Romy barked and bared her teeth at that point. "Go now, please, and leave me alone. I have no business with you anymore. Amelia responded, "You've taken everything, you usurped our throne, you killed my parents, and I owe you no more gratitude."

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

Waylen gave Darana a sheepish smile, causing her to laugh while Dario just stood stiffly with no expression on his face. “Dario,” Caliste called out. “Aren’t you going to greet your sister-in-law?” She asked and he smiled slowly. “Of course, Caliste.” he replied as he turned to meet Darana. “Nice to meet you Darana.” he said and Darana just smirked at him, making me wonder what was going on in her head. Caliste barely regarded their exchange before she proceeded. “And that would be all for the introductions. As you are aware, Niklaus is the heir I have chosen to take over the empire when I’m gone.”

Ariella's POV. “Don’t kill her. Just make sure she knows I could have.” Kiran’s cold stare didn’t waver. “Message only?” “The message is sharp, precise, and unbearable.” We stood under the skeletal branches of pine trees outside Celeste Thorne’s estate. Under her sanctuary, and her illusion of control. The fog wrapped around us like a second skin. “She’s Damon’s mother,” he said. “She’s the empire’s spine,” I replied. “Snap that, and he buckles.”

What in the flipping— First, he probably kidnapped the hopefully normal husband I was supposed to meet up with. Secondly, he comes into my already crumbling life, revealing things I had never known about, without giving dang direct explanations. Now? NOW? He’s— He’s k-ing me?? What did he think he was? And I ain’t gonna lie, I’m being all nice because I want dang answers. Not because I was soft. Pffttt. I set the glass down slowly. Dorian moved. Not fast, just enough, His hand, half lifted. Bare fingers brushing against mine as I kept the table cloth near the counter where he was seated.

He looks for a long moment at Rowan, wide-eyed at his mother's side, and then he lowers himself down to one knee on the stone. "The boy has the Alpha's eyes," Dorian says, his rough voice carrying to the rafters, "and the Silver's own heart. Thornridge has bled five long years under a false friend's hand. I, for one, would sooner bleed for the true thing." And then, one by one, all down the length of the hall, my warriors go to their knees. Not for me. For the boy. For his mother. For the family I threw into the dark, and that the Goddess, in her mercy or her terrible humor, has seen fit to hand back to me anyway.