All Chapters of Claiming His Queen : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

RUNEHe gently brushed her hair off her face, listening to the musical sound of her breath. Pale-faced and vulnerable on the bed, she looked like an angel—a beautiful, helpless one.Rune covered her warm, stiff hand with his; the only proof that she had life in her was the beeps of the heart rate monitor that had kept him awake throughout the night.The doctor had said she was making progress but still had a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. He had prayed, and if he could call his hunger strikes fasting, then he did that, but she was showing less chance of opening those eyes.The nurses would frequently enter the room and offer to watch over her so that he could freshen up, but he consistently refused their offers.The only time he took his eyes off her was when Laron called, in his scared trembling voice to inquire if Kyra was getting better.Rune, choosing the easiest route to avoid further worrying him, always gave a reassuring nod, though deep down, uncertainty gnawed at him like a

RUSLAN.He died. Just as simple as that.Ruslan frowned, staring at the report papers; it was unbelievable. Adler had seemed immortal; the fire was only to shake him up and remind him that he was still lurking in the shadows.However, it had all gotten out of hand, and his purpose had slipped through his fingers. This was all he thought he wanted, so why did it feel void?"Conduct more searches," he flung the paper back to his men. "I want a DNA test on every body, every bone, every tooth, and even the fucking ashes."The men, about five of them, sauntered for the flying papers flying around, "But boss, he's really dead; the fire destroyed everything. Don sacrificed himself for his friend.""I'm saying nobody does that." Ruslan fell onto a couch in his bedroom. "Most especially not Adler. Something feels wrong; the game isn't over; Adler can't just die when he wants to." "Boss, what do you want us to do?" one of the men asked.What? Adler was a unique individual, adept at evading ris

The next week, I spent time in my room with my daughter, whom I had named Constance after my mother. She was a beautiful child, carrying more of Adler's features than she did mine.Every time she looked at me with those piercing greens, I fought the urge to breakdown before her crib. It hurt that she was never going to know the man she took after.Salvatore came around often, even without a reason. Sometimes he brought a doctor; two days ago, he had hints of getting me a therapist, but I shut the offer down before a chance to think it through.Judging that I spent most of my time asleep, he needed the sessions more than I did, for although he no longer used the crutch, each day his health deteriorated.His cheekbones, with sunken eyes and patched lips, were sharper than a knife, and when he smiled at Constance, it never reached his pupils.I hadn't seen him in a few days, and when I called, his phone was off.One morning, I woke to my baby's cries and sunlight streaming through the op

AUTHOR'S POV4 MONTHS LATER Domenico stood beside the frail woman on her sick bed. There was a time when he would hold her hand, and she'd open those eyes and smile at him, but that had changed over the years. His mother's hatred for him intensified after Adler died. He could see the accusations in her eyes when she looked at him, and despite the fact that he was here because she had called for him, he still dreaded what he would face when she woke up.His father, not his mother, was the source of the musty smell in the room, which was filled with heated blankets and old books.Leaning against the wall with a shoulder, Domenico watched her face, his arms folded across his chest. Tempted to wake her up so they could get her guilt trips over with, Domenico resisted the urge instead, checking his watch and looking out of the window.Finally, she stirred, and he held his breath, watching her lids flutter open before finally becoming stable. And that alone poked the sleeping guilt in him

SALVATORE"What's wrong with him?" While gesturing forward with his glass, Rune shouted over the club's booming music.Salvatore lowered his cup, followed Rune's gesture, and found Victor, the object of his attention, in a preserved space in the bar. Girls in different stages of undress surrounded him, and he absent-mindedly stamped bills on their asses."I would feel the same way if three people stood me up in a day," Salvatore answered, handing the bartender his cup for a refill.They were already in the club when Luigi and Ruslan abruptly called off the meeting via text, and from that point on, they stood by and watched Victor unravel, aggressively flirting and drinking."I know Russy and Luigi stood him up," Rune said, gently rolling his glass. "But who's the third person?"Two brunettes walked by, their hips swaying as if to the high-tempo beats that reverberated through every surface in the club."Eva. She rejected his proposal." Salvatore answered watching Rune shake his head c