The Crown's Fire - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Katelina, you’re only mine!!!
At the hideout where Marla stayed, she never ceased channelling all her energy, determined to provide Devon with the strength needed to overpower Merlot. Her every breath was focused on this singular goal, knowing that the balance of power hinged on her efforts.

As she toiled, Marla succeeded in locating the brass dragon egg—a relic of immense potential. Preparing it for hatching was no small feat, but she had made a critical decision: she would keep the green dragon egg for herself and offer the brass dragon’s power to Devon. She believed this sacrifice would be enough to tip the scales in their favour, making Devon far more powerful than Merlot.

The process was gruelling, requiring every ounce of her energy and concentration. Marla devoted herself fully to the task, knowing that failure was not an option. The moment the brass dragon egg finally hatched, she didn’t allow herself even a moment of rest. Immediately, she began the intricate ritual to transfer the newborn dragon’s immense energy to Devon.

Using the connection she had forged with Devon’s life essence, Marla created a bridge between the dragon’s raw power and Devon’s blood thread. She could feel the life force of the dragon pulsing through her, nearly overwhelming in its intensity. But she held firm, channelling it with precision, guiding the energy to where it was needed most.

As the transfer continued, Marla’s body trembled under the strain, sweat dripping down her face as she fought to maintain control. She knew that if she faltered now, everything would be lost. The air around her crackled with energy, the atmosphere thick with the potent magic she wielded.

Finally, with a final surge of power, she completed the transfer. The energy flowed into Devon’s blood thread, empowering him beyond anything he had ever experienced. Marla collapsed to the ground, utterly spent, but with a satisfied smile on her lips. She had done it. Devon now had the power to face Merlot head-on.

All she could do now was wait and hope that her sacrifice would be enough to turn the tide in their favour.

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Meanwhile, back at Merlot’s hideout, Devon smirked triumphantly as Floria helped him get back on his feet. The power coursing through him was intoxicating, and he relished every moment of it.

“This feels good,” he hummed in approval, flexing his fingers as if testing his newfound strength. Marla, as he expected, never disappointed him. That woman of his deserved a reward for being his faithful servant throughout.

“Master?” Floria asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She frowned as she studied his expression, noticing a shift in his demeanour. Devon’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he spoke with cold determination. “We have more pressing matters to attend to. I want Katelina’s unborn baby dead as soon as possible.”

His fury was palpable, the thought of another man touching what he considered his own sending waves of anger through him. Katelina had always been his obsession, and the idea that she was carrying another man’s child was too much to bear. He had restrained himself from fully taking her, from tarnishing her virginity because of her gift, but now that restraint only fueled his rage.

“But it will take time, Master,” Floria began hesitantly. “I’m not assigned to her meals or the concoction of her medicine. I’ll need to—”

“Do what you must! Are you stupid, Floria?!” Devon snapped, his voice dripping with venom. “Get her trust! Was that so hard to do? Prepare her a fresh juice out of your thoughtfulness! Something like that!”

Floria flinched, taken aback by the harshness of his tone. A flicker of suspicion crossed her mind, and she stared at him with wary eyes. Sensing her hesitation, Devon quickly softened his gaze, his expression shifting to one of contrived concern. He pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as he tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Floria,” he murmured, his voice smooth and coaxing. “It’s just that I’m a bit out of sorts, fighting the demon king’s blood thread within me.”

As he brushed his lips against hers, Floria’s resistance melted away, her lips parting instinctively. The longing in her eyes was unmistakable, and Devon couldn’t help but indulge in her desire. He would enjoy this distraction while he plotted his next move.

“Just do as I say,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “and we’ll finally achieve our goal.”

Without waiting for a response, he ripped her gown open, his lips crashing down on hers with a hunger that matched the darkness in his heart.

“Master, is this really alright?” Floria asked, her voice laced with hesitation as her body instinctively brushed against his. “One of our plans was to use this body to seduce King Ezekiel and put a strain on his relationship with the Queen.”

Despite her words, there was a sultry undertone in her voice, betraying her desires. Floria had always been a willing pawn, a temptress for Merlot, but now her own pleasure seemed to be overtaking her sense of duty.

“Hmm, I’m glad you reminded me,” Devon hissed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Put on a dress, then, and just pleasure me as you usually do!”

As Floria obediently moved to comply, Devon’s mind was already shifting to more pressing matters. “I want to search for Devon’s mistress, Marla. She’ll be of great use to us, especially with the dragon in her possession. We’re on the brink of war, and joining forces with her now could be highly beneficial.”

Floria, now in the process of undoing his clothes, nodded in agreement. “I’ll have Gerto look for her,” she hummed, her voice vibrating with anticipation as she began to kiss his body, her hands skillfully caressing his already hardened shaft.

Devon’s eyes darkened with lust, but his mind was still calculating. He needed Marla and that dragon if his plans were to come to fruition. But for now, he’d take what pleasure he could from the willing body in front of him.

This Floria was a fool, blinded by her love for Merlot, and he knew it all too well. Devon saw the depth of her devotion and how it made her so easily manipulated, a puppet for his schemes. Her obedience and loyalty were weapons he could wield at will, and he intended to use them to his fullest advantage. As long as she served his purposes, he would continue to string her along, feeding her just enough affection to keep her under his control.

And soon, he would have his woman back! The thought ignited a fierce possessiveness within him, making his blood run hot. ‘Katelina, you’re only mine!!!’ The words echoed in his mind like a vow, dark and unyielding.

Devon’s grip on Floria tightened, his thoughts consumed by the image of Katelina. She was the one he truly desired, the one he believed was rightfully his. The rage he felt at the thought of another man touching her was unbearable, fueling his determination to reclaim her, no matter the cost.

As Floria continued to pleasure him, Devon’s mind was already plotting the next steps. Soon, Katelina would be in his grasp, and nothing—no king, no unborn child, no force—would keep her from him.