All Chapters of Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

❤️ Ecstasy Of Revenge ❤️ Tharros sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows resting heavily on his knees, his face buried in his hands. The night had been a long and torturous one. Sleep had evaded him completely, replaced by a relentless storm of thoughts he couldn’t silence. Nyxoria. The name alone was enough to stoke the fire of his anger. He could feel it burning in his chest, the hatred bubbling just beneath the surface. How cruel could the Moon Goddess be? To bind him, the Emperor of Shadows, to someone he despised? She was everything he hated, and yet, she was meant to be his mate. His fists clenched, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the effort to contain his rage. I won’t love her. I can’t. I refuse to be shackled by this bond, he thought bitterly. But no matter how hard he tried to banish her from his mind, her image lingered, mocking him. A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. His eyes snapped open, cold and sharp, as he stared at the door.

❤️ The King's Secret ❤️The Nightweaver shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable but his black eyes glinting with something close to skepticism."I just hope you know what you’re doing, my Lord," he said, his voice flat but heavy with implication. His gaze lingered on Tharros, as if silently challenging him, daring him to prove otherwise.Tharros’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to suppress the surge of irritation that rose within him. The Nightweaver’s emotionless stare, the subtle doubt behind his words, stoked the embers of his anger."I do know what I’m doing," Tharros said, his voice low but firm, each word laced with restrained fury. "I’m not some fool blindly chasing revenge. Every step I take is deliberate." He took a step closer to the Nightweaver, his eyes narrowing. "Don’t mistake my patience for weakness."The Nightweaver didn’t flinch, but the slightest twitch of his jaw betrayed his unease.Tharros took a deep breath, forcing himself

❤️ A Gathering Of Rulers ❤️ Noon: King Vyr wasn’t entirely surprised when one of his guards entered his chamber to inform him that visitors were waiting for him in the grand throne room. The grand throne room was reserved for meetings of great importance, a space where the kings and queens of other supernatural realms convened to discuss pressing matters. "Whoever initiated this abrupt meeting must have a hand in stirring up trouble," Vyr muttered to himself as he dressed. He had been in his chamber since his encounter with the Nightweaver, his mind restless, and he hadn’t managed to sleep at all. As he adjusted his robes and crown, he silently hoped that this gathering had nothing to do with the Nightweaver’s ominous visit. When he entered the grand throne room, the gathered rulers stood briefly to acknowledge his presence before sitting back in their respective golden chairs, each intricately designed to reflect their dominion. Vyr walked to the head of the table and took his se

❤️ Nyxoria ❤️"So you really don’t know when he’s coming?" Nasa asked, her tone tinged with disbelief.Vyr shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, I don’t.""Have you told her?""Not yet," Vyr replied firmly. His gaze locked onto his daughter’s. "And you are not to tell her. Do you hear me?""Yes, Father," Nasa sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. She stood up from her seat and began to leave but paused at the door, turning back to face him."But why her and not me?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of bitterness. Seeing the puzzled look on Vyr’s face, she elaborated. "I mean, why would he choose her? Why not someone respectful and unselfish, someone like me?"Vyr’s expression hardened, and his tone was firm. "So, all this ranting is because you want Tharros for yourself? Listen to me, Nasa. You don’t know his history like I do. No daughter of mine will marry an insane prince."Nasa let out a frustrated huff, crossing her arms. "But he can marry Nyxoria and not me? How i

❤️ Tharros Story (2) ❤️"I don’t understand. He has a brother?" Nyxoria asked, confusion clear in her voice."Yes," Dika replied without hesitation. "Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet to talk."Without wasting any time, the two climbed onto Penelope, who took off at a steady pace.They soon arrived at a riverbank, their secret spot, where they often came to escape the world. The girls dismounted, and Nyxoria led Penelope to graze nearby before they both sat down on the cool grass by the water’s edge.For a while, neither of them spoke, the sound of the river filling the silence, until Nyxoria finally broke it."So, how do you know all of this about Tharros’s history?""My mother," Dika answered simply.Nyxoria smiled faintly. "Sometimes I forget how old she is."Dika smirked. "You’re not the only one. According to her, the late Emperor brought Tharros to the castle when he was about three years old and announced to all the kingdoms that he was his son.""I’m guessing that didn’t sit w