Who Does Dorian End Up With In Throne Of Glass Mga Nobela at Kwento

The only thing that had ever pulled me back was Dorian. I squeezed the mop out over the bucket and moved to the next section, trying not to think about him too hard because thinking about him made it difficult to keep my face neutral, and I needed my face neutral today of all days. Dorian Cross. Future Alpha of Blackthorn Pack. The man that every she-wolf with a functioning pulse had her eyes on, and the man who had somehow, inexplicably, chosen me. We had been a secret for months, meeting in an abandoned section of the pack grounds that had become ours. He was the reason I hadn't run. He was the reason the dark thoughts stayed thoughts and nothing more.

They took me into the circle, and I was holding Harriet. The air grew tense. Thick. Heavy. The witches have all been round about me. Their faces were solemn. No smiles. No warmth. Only focus. Silas raised his cane. Tonight, he said, Daria needs to be released. A witch lifted her hands. "Daria must die tonight…" Another one said, "so that Ari may be born. The circle burst with light. And I felt the world go under my feet.

"But a wounded animal is always dangerous." Kael walked onto the balcony. He saw Dorian. "Am I interrupting?" Kael asked. "Just leaving," Dorian said. He pushed off the railing. "I have a date with a delightful Omega who thinks my scar is sexy." Dorian winked at me and left. Kael walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "He is right you know," Kael whispered. "You look beautiful." "I feel tired," I admitted. "It has been a long war."

Silence stretched between us, heavy and tense. He exhaled slowly. “I didn’t make this choice.” “Neither did I.” We stood there, our tangled fates intertwined from one reckless night. Then, like a knife slicing through the tension, a voice interrupted us. “How charming.” Lady Morgana. Her slow, predatory grace sent shivers down my spine as she approached. “Your Highness,” she addressed Damon, her tone a silk-wrapped blade. “You seem quite taken with Princess Elara.” His expression darkened, though he maintained his composure.

As he took my hand and led me into the first turn, the sapphire scales of my dress shimmered like a stormy sea. "You shouldn't have done that," I murmured as we spun beneath the chandelier. "You just made yourself a target for my father’s remaining allies." "I’ve been a target since I was born, Rachelle," Nikolai said, pulling me closer until our hearts were beating against each other. "I’d rather be a target standing next to you than a king standing alone." As the dance reached its crescendo, I saw Dorian in the balcony. He was holding his tablet, giving me a thumbs-up. He had done it. He had hijacked the theater’s projection system.

“What! Is she mates to Alpha Orion and his brother Matheus?” “What the hell is going on?” “Aurora must have caused some trouble.” Dorian grabbed Aurora’s other wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I don’t know who you are, but since the Moon Goddess has destined me to be your mate, then I, Dorian Thorne, Beta of the Hallow Pack, accept you Aurora Donald as my mate.” Dorian stated, and instantly a loud gasp erupted from the crowd. But suddenly, Alpha Maverick, with a stern gaze, strode toward Aurora and yanked her wrist free from the brothers. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as his sharp eyes swept over them.

But that anchor was missing, and unease gnawed at me. He tilted his head slightly, still studying me, then glanced around the room once more. "He’s with someone else," Dorian said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. My chest tightened, and the words hit me like a cold gust of wind. "What do you mean? With someone else?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with an edge. Dorian sighed, his eyes softening as though he were reluctant to reveal more. "He's with Arianna. The slave girl." His words were blunt, and the bitterness in his tone was unmistakable.

he whispered, passing her panties over to her. He waited until she slipped them on before crawling in beside her and tugging her against his chest. His infatuation with her began to make sense now that he understood the reasoning behind it. He had never desired a pet before until he met Aria, and now… Now he was starting to understand how terrifying this revelation was. He was engaged to another woman. He had made his mate his pet. She was one of the only half-breeds left in existence. And Dorian knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that his father would never allow him to end his engagement when it benefited the kingdom, and he’d call for Aria’s execution the second he learned of her true her

Something—an invisible force—holds her in place. Her eyes open. Glazed, but lucid. “Theron… No,” she croaks, voice paper-thin. “You shouldn’t… be here. Run.” “I’m not leaving you.” The shadows ripple. The air smells of sulfur and malice. He steps into view. Dorian. “You bastard,” I whisper, voice trembling with rage. “What have you done?” He laughs. “Oh, you really don’t know, do you? I never just wanted Selene. She was a means to an end. A catalyst.”

I roll my eyes and reply “whatever.” She leaves my room, purposely leaving my door open and when I get up to close it, I see my future right hand standing there. “Ah, my prince. I took it things went well,” he says while grinning. “Yeah, everything went GREAT. “ I say sarcastically. “Goddess, why can't she just understand the only thing I care about is avenging Layla?!” I say defeated. I see a glimmer of sadness in his eyes before it disappears in an instant. “We have to be strong for her, my prince,” he says calmly. “You don't understand Dorian, she's my twin, I feel her in this constant state of agony. Yet her body is healed from the attack.” I say before pausing. “Are there any more clues