Chapter 242
In Chapter 242 of “He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them,” the king, Maximus, finds himself in a moment of vulnerability, stripped of his regal title and reduced to a man on his knees. This act is not one of submission but a profound display of devotion to Rania, the woman he loves. As he kneels, the atmosphere shifts, and the onlookers, once fearful of him, now mock and laugh at his humiliation. Elder Gallant, relishing the spectacle, declares that Maximus’s reign is over, further intensifying the king’s sense of despair.
Eric, a loyal ally, attempts to confront Elder Gallant and demand the return of their kingdom, but the Elder’s false promises only serve to deepen the tension. Maximus, despite being physically attacked, refuses to retaliate, which frustrates Rania. She internally screams for him to fight back, knowing he possesses the strength to overcome his attackers. Her emotional turmoil is palpable as she grapples with the fear of losing him, feeling responsible for his restraint.
As the situation escalates, the warriors, encouraged by Elder Gallant, begin to assault Maximus more violently. Rania’s heart breaks as she witnesses the brutality inflicted upon him, and her pleas for him to fight back grow more desperate. Despite the pain and humiliation, Maximus chooses to endure rather than risk Rania’s safety, showcasing his love and sacrifice. Rania’s anguish reaches a peak as she sees him bleed, and in a moment of raw emotion, her voice breaks through her silence, urging him to stand and fight.
The chaos intensifies as Elder Gallant commands the warriors to kill Maximus, leading to a collective shift into their beast forms. Rania’s hope hangs by a thread as she realizes the overwhelming odds against Maximus. In a final surge of determination, she struggles against her captor, driven by the need to free Maximus and protect him at all costs. The chapter culminates in a powerful clash of emotions, showcasing the depth of love, sacrifice, and the desperate hope for survival amidst overwhelming darkness.
**He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them by Mira Lorian p>
**Chapter 242 p>
A king, by all rights, should never bow his head to anyone, yet in this moment, Maximus was stripped of his regal title. He was not a king; he was merely a man, vulnerable and exposed.
As he sank to his knees, it was not in submission to Elder Gallant’s command but as an act of devotion for Rania. This gesture was a testament to his love, a silent declaration that she meant more to him than the crown he wore.
The air around them crackled with a strange energy, and the onlookers erupted into raucous laughter. Their fear of the king had evaporated, replaced by a sense of glee at his humiliation.
“I’ve never seen a king kneel before! I bet my own king never even bowed in his last moments!” one of the Barlukan warriors guffawed, his voice laced with mockery. “Is this what you call your king? A madman who’s an embarrassment to the throne p>
Elder Gallant’s lips curled into a sinister smirk, relishing the spectacle before him.
“You’ve ruled this kingdom long enough, Maximus. It’s time for you to rest,” he declared, his tone dripping with false sympathy. “You’ve shed so much blood over the years. This is it. This is the end for you.” He patted Ronan on the shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie that felt like a knife twisting in Maximus’s gut. “You’ve made the right choice p>
Eric, driven by a sense of urgency, stepped forward to confront Elder Gallant. “You must keep your promise,” he insisted, his voice steady but laced with tension.
“I will,” Elder Gallant replied, nodding with an air of false wisdom. “I will return your kingdom to you p>
Maximus couldn’t help but snicker at the absurdity of the Elder’s words, as if a child had just told an outrageous lie. This reaction did not sit well with Elder Gallant, whose expression darkened.
“You’re foolish to believe that,” he spat, his eyes narrowing with contempt.
Eric’s face twisted with anger as he advanced toward Maximus, his healthy arm swinging with all its might. The punch landed squarely on the king’s face, but Maximus remained steadfast, refusing to retaliate.
‘Fight back!’ Rania screamed in her mind, panic flooding her thoughts. If Maximus didn’t stand his ground, he was as good as dead. “They will kill you! Fight back p>
Desperation clawed at her heart. She knew Maximus had the strength to take them all on; the only thing holding him back was her.
‘Please, fight back p>
It was unbearable for Rania to witness her king, her mate, kneeling before those who sought to humiliate him. He was a king! He should never have allowed them to treat him this way.
The tension escalated as the warriors plotted their next move, intent on further degrading Maximus before delivering the final blow.
Seeing the king’s compliance, Elder Gallant’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Beat him up,” he commanded, his voice cold and calculating. “Beat him to death. A tyrant like him doesn’t deserve an honorable demise p>
A wave of hesitation washed over the warriors at the Elder’s command, but the thrill of violence beckoned them.
‘Please, fight back! Please, Maximus! FIGHT BACK p>
Rania’s heart raced as she fought against Ronan’s grip, which held her captive. She repeated her pleas, but Maximus merely smiled at her, a calm expression masking the storm within.
“Don’t worry, close your eyes,” he urged, as seven warriors encircled him like vultures. “Close your eyes,” he insisted softly.
But how could Rania turn away from the agony her mate was enduring?
She watched in horror as the warriors took tentative steps toward Maximus, their bravado waning as they realized the danger of provoking him. They knew he was no ordinary opponent.
Yet, when one of them struck him, and he didn’t retaliate, it was the signal for the others to join in.
If only Maximus had chosen to fight back, he could have easily overpowered them, but what price would that come at? He would rather suffer than risk Rania’s safety.
He chose to endure the pain rather than see her harmed.
‘Maximus, please…’ Rania sobbed internally. ‘Please p>
Her heart shattered as she witnessed two of the warriors shift into their beast forms, their claws tearing into Maximus’s flesh, forcing him to the ground.
If this continued, he would surely perish. He didn’t even attempt to defend himself, but the fire in his electric blue eyes burned with a ferocity that hinted at the rage simmering beneath the surface.
He could have torn them apart if he wished.
The intensity of his gaze made some of the warriors falter, but the two beasts continued their assault, relentless and cruel.
Rania struggled against Ronan’s grip, but it was like trying to break free from iron chains. If anything happened to Maximus, she would never forgive herself.
It was her fault. Maximus was holding back for her sake, and if he fell, it would feel as though she had been the one to condemn him. The weight of that thought was unbearable.
‘Maximus, please… fight back…’ Rania cried, her heart aching with despair.
She gasped in horror as one of the beasts raked its claws down Maximus’s back, tearing away flesh and drawing forth a stream of crimson blood that pooled around him.
“MAXIMUS!” Rania’s voice erupted, filled with raw emotion, shocking everyone present who believed her to be mute.
Maximus turned his gaze toward her, a smile breaking through the pain etched on his face. Finally, he could hear her voice again.
“Please, Maximus… fight back. Fight back…” Rania’s focus was solely on him; she was oblivious to the realization that her voice had returned. The sight of him in such agony was too much to bear. “Please, fight them all p>
Elder Gallant, recovering from his surprise, shouted, “Kill him! Kill the king now p>
If Maximus heeded Rania’s plea, there was a chance he would rise to fight, and even in his weakened state, he could still pose a formidable challenge.
“Stand up and fight!” Rania urged, her voice rising above the chaos.
“Kill him! Kill him!” Elder Gallant bellowed, desperation lacing his words. He was determined to see Maximus dead. “KILL HIM!” His voice thundered through the forest, snapping the warriors into action.
In that moment, they all shifted into their beast forms, and Rania’s heart sank. No matter how powerful Maximus was, he would be overwhelmed.
All that filled Rania’s mind was the desperate hope that Maximus would find the strength to fight back. But if she was the one holding him back, she would do anything to free him—even if it meant sacrificing herself.
With a surge of determination, Rania jerked her head against Ronan’s grip, fighting for her freedom.
In the heart of chaos, Rania’s voice broke through the tumult, igniting a flicker of hope within the darkness that surrounded Maximus. As he lay vulnerable, the weight of his love for her became a double-edged sword, binding him to restraint while simultaneously fueling the fire of his spirit. Her desperate pleas echoed in his mind, urging him to rise from the ashes of humiliation and reclaim not just his throne, but the essence of who he was. In that moment, the world fell away, and the bond they shared transcended the physical pain he endured. Rania’s unwavering faith in him sparked a shift, awakening the dormant warrior within, reminding him that love is not just a shield but a sword.
With renewed resolve, Maximus faced the encroaching beasts, the blood on his skin a testament to his suffering, yet it was also a catalyst for his transformation. The laughter of his foes faded into silence as he stood, no longer a king stripped of his dignity but a man reborn through love and sacrifice. Rania’s courage to fight for him ignited a fire in his chest, and as he rose to confront his adversaries, he understood that his dreams were intertwined with hers. Together, they would forge a path through the darkness, reclaiming not only their destinies but also the strength that lay in their unity. In this climactic moment, the battle was not just for a kingdom, but for the very essence of their dreams—an unyielding testament to the power of love and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to fight for what they hold dear.
In the next chapter, readers can expect a dramatic escalation of the tension that has been building in Chapter 242. As Rania fights against Ronan’s grip, her desperation will reach new heights, compelling her to take bold actions that could change the course of the battle. Will she find a way to break free and reach Maximus in time to save him from the clutches of his enemies? The stakes have never been higher, and the bond between Rania and Maximus will be tested like never before.
Moreover, Maximus’s internal struggle will come to the forefront as Rania’s voice ignites a flicker of hope within him. Will he finally embrace the power he has been holding back for her sake? The moment Rania calls for him to fight back could be the catalyst for a transformation that not only alters the dynamics of the confrontation but also redefines his understanding of love and sacrifice. As the warriors shift into their beast forms, the atmosphere will thrum with anticipation, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to witness the clash of strength and willpower that is about to unfold. The question remains: can love truly conquer all, or will it lead to devastating consequences?
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.