All Chapters of The Dragon King's Chosen Bride: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

The next thing the Priest requested dashed Belladonna’s hope. Something that belonged to Eli?She had lost his ring to the sirens and the necklace she was now realizing wasn't with her any longer. There was nothing she could provide that belonged to Eli. “We have memories of him. That can be used, right?” Alaris asked and the Priest nodded. “If it is strong enough. But memories are tricky, they must not be strained. It is a warning to tread carefully.” Then he looked at both of them.“Or what will happen?”“Madness or worse. It is a thing of the mind, the mind is very delicate.”Belladonna nodded. That didn't scare her, nothing did. “One must volunteer.” Belladonna did. It was the better option. Most of the memories Alaris had of Eli were filled with rage and betrayal. Although the way he felt towards his brother had now changed, that didn't change the memories. Besides, as much as Alaris could now tolerate his brother, risking his sanity for him was something he wasn't prepare

Two days had passed since Ikrus had shifted into his wolf and almost killed her, since she had that argument with the Luna. Ikrus wasn't back yet and Oana was nowhere to be found. Goldie must be really injured. It was a good thing she hadn't ran into the Alpha while touring the Pack House during her free time. As much as Aniya was glad about Ikrus absence, she felt unsettled with every second she didn't see him. Was he simply giving her time to prepare for her death?Besides that, she had caught herself being worried about him. What had become of him? Had he been killed that night? No one seemed to be talking about him. Was this something he did all the time?Why was she worried about him?She had someone better to worry about, like her son. Arlo, her poor baby. By Ignas, she needed to find her son, she needed to go back to Inaymi. The guards were of no help when she tried to ask about how she could communicate to Oana, and with her argument with the Luna, she was certain that

Lucky for her, she had found Syon to help with delivering the letter.He seemed trustworthy enough not to open the letter, but if he did, well then, that was on him. “Are you sure this will not be difficult for you? After all, your presence isn't supposed to be noticed here,” she asked him before handing over the letter to him. “Worry not. I will be fine and he will get your letter.” With that Syon had left.Aniya stayed up for more hours plotting the rest of her plan, and finally, when she was supposed to go to sleep, she found something strange in her room, like a shadow of a being that she couldn't see. She screamed and someone rushed in, with a stick in his hand and a lantern in another. “Syon?!”“You screamed, Milady. Are you alright?”She panted, breathing heavily as she looked around the room and right back at the spot where the towering shadow had been.“I saw something?” she whispered to herself, her voice laced with doubt. Syon moved forward, rushing to check her window

So many things!By Ignas, so many things she would rather not think about it. “It feels terribly hot all of a sudden.” She stepped away from the window and Syon's gaze followed her with confusion. “Are you sure the object that fell was the Moon's Gift? Are you sure it wasn't the Sun?” Syon’s worry increased. “You are sweating. Shall I get a healer?” She shook her head. That didn't feel necessary. It just felt like she had on too many garments, but all she had on was her dress, so what was going on?That Moon’s Gift must be filled to its brim with heat. Syon just couldn't feel it because his body must be used to it by now. “You should—” Syon had taken a step forward, then he had stopped abruptly, then taken two steps back. Another. So three. “Milady,” his voice sounded deeper, and she was forced to look up at him, but he wasn't looking at her, “you should soak yourself in the bathing tub. Do not leave this room for tonight. It might get dangerous.”“Can you explain what is—”Her

She jolted into a somewhat sitting position, the hand that was in her hair, flying to the edge of the white bathing bowl and gripping it. The next words she wanted to say dissolved into a moan, but she wasn't done yet. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them and since he was slightly hunched as he knelt, his angry breath of painful restrain fanned her face.“Ah— Ikrus. Will you help, please?” Her voice quivered, her body giving into a slow tremble, the movement of the water becoming even more around her. “I don't want to tangle in the sheets with my own death, I want —something else, someone else.” She couldn't keep herself up in her sitting position any longer, her head collapsed against his chest as she struggled. A growl rumbled from his chest, but the pounding of her heart was louder in her ears, her quivering so much that it consumed her voice. The warm contact had done nothing but spike her feelings like a deadly intoxication. Her eyes slid shut. “Anyone but you. W