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RETURNING HOME

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RETURNING HOME.

The heavy iron door of the master wing slammed open with a loud bang that rattled the stone walls.

I stepped into the dark hallway, my boots covered in wet mud and my black leather armor covered in soot from the warehouse fire down on the river road. The smell of burnt diesel and melted iron clung to my skin, mixing with the cold rain that had poured on us during the ride back to the keep.

"Daphne!" I called out, my voice thick from the smoke.

No one answered me.

The quiet insi
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  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   OUR MATING MARK

    MALAKAIThe quiet morning light washed through the tall arched windows, casting pale, golden squares across the dark wolf furs scattered over our bed.Daphne lay resting against my chest, her pale silver hair trailing over my bare arm like soft thread. Her breathing was slow, deep, and steady, the long months of exhaustion finally leaving her frame as the quiet of the keep settled around us. Her soft, voluptuous body was completely warm against mine, her skin flushed, relaxed, and smooth under my hands.My inner wolf was standing tall beneath my ribs, his ears pricked, his chest heavy with a intense, quiet urge that had been building inside my blood for months.The war was finished. The southern fleet was ash, Lord Bruno was dead in the river mud, and the eastern wall stood unbroken. There were no more threats, no more rogue packs, and no more borders to defend. But the deepest, most vital bond between us remained incomplete.I looked down at the pale curve of her neck, where her coll

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   A SIGN AT PEACE

    DAPHNEThe pale golden sunlight of early morning filtered through the tall arched windows, casting soft beams across the wide timber floorboards of the master suite.I stirred slowly, swimming back to consciousness through a thick, warm haze of absolute exhaustion and profound peace. My whole body felt heavy, loose, and completely unraveled, a lingering, pleasant ache deep in my muscles reminding me of every relentless hour of the night before.I was wrapped in layers of soft wool blankets and thick black wolf furs, completely cocooned in heat.Before I even opened my eyes, I felt the massive, familiar weight anchoring me to the bed. Malakai’s thick, tattooed arm was draped heavy across my waist, his long, broad fingers resting flat over my stomach, pulling my lower back flush against the wall of his chest. He was a furnace beside me, radiating an intense, steady heat that kept the crisp mountain morning air completely at bay.I let out a long, quiet sigh, settling deeper into the mat

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   ALWAYS THE ALPHA

    MALAKAIMy leather belt hit the floorboards with a heavy iron thud.I stripped off my trousers, unbuckling the leather braces and kicking my heavy boots aside until I stood completely bare in the amber glow of the roaring hearth. My blood was boiling, thick and scalding with pure wolf heat. Every muscle across my back and shoulders locked tight, humming with an intense, agonizing pulse that pushed my restraint to its absolute breaking point.I stepped onto the edge of the large bed, my heavy knee sinking into the deep pile of black wolf furs.Daphne lay beneath me, completely breathless, flushed pink from the crest of her release. Her pale silver hair was spread across the velvet pillows like molten thread, her chest heaving as her soft, voluptuous curves rose and fell in the firelight. Her wide, beautiful hips were still trembling, her bare skin damp with sweat, and her silver eyes looked up at me with total, unholy surrender.Looking down at her—at my mate, my Luna, my Queen—my inne

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   ALPHAS KNOT

    DaphneThe doors of the grand hall slammed shut behind us, cutting off the deafening roar of three hundred drunk, singing warriors in an instant. The sudden silence of the upper stone corridor felt cool and vast, broken only by the low crackle of iron wall sconces and the sharp, echoing thud of Malakai’s heavy boots against the granite floorboards.He didn't walk; he strode with a fierce, terrifying purpose. He carried me high against his massive chest, one thick, leather-clad arm hooked under my knees and the other locked like an iron band around my waist. The fitted black silk gown was bunched up around my thighs, the heavy fabric trailing near his boots, while my arms were wrapped tight around the thick column of his neck.I rested my temple against the hot skin of his collarbone, breathing in the intoxicating, dark scent of him—spiced red wine, bitter ozone, cold mountain rain, and the raw, heavy musk of his surging wolf. His heart was hammering against my cheek in a fast, lethal

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   CELEBRATION NIGHT

    DaphneThe thunderous roar of three hundred victorious pack warriors singing, shouting, and slamming heavy pewter tankards onto long timber tables vibrated straight through the thick oak floorboards of the grand dining hall.The battle at the southern river was over. The burning timber of Lord Bruno’s wooden fleet had dissolved into dark ash beneath the freezing currents, and the eastern sea wall stood unbroken against the mountain mist. The long, bloody months of southern threats, poison letters, border skirmishes, and secret traitors had finally been cut down to nothing. Tonight, the heavy iron portcullis was lowered, the sentinels on the outer battlements relaxed their bowstrings, and the entire keep gave itself over to pure, unbridled celebration.The heat inside the high-arched stone hall was intense, radiating from the colossal twin fireplaces at either end of the room where whole roasted boars and fat mountain stags turned slowly on iron spits over crackling hickory embers. The

  • EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL   MALAKAI POV

    MalakaiThe air over the churning brown water turned deathly still for a fraction of a second as the lead barge surged past the granite outcrop of the black gorge.On the forward deck of the lead vessel, Bruno brought his heavy iron sword down in a violent, sweeping arc."Fire!" his ragged voice bellowed across the river channel, cutting through the rush of the current.A sudden, blinding flash of orange fire erupted from the dark mouth of the iron cannon mounted on the bow. A massive cloud of thick, white sulfur smoke billowed outward over the water, instantly obscuring the front of the wooden hull. A split second later, a deafening, thunderous boom crashed through the valley, echoing off the high stone cliffs like a mountain collapse.The heavy iron cannonball shrieked through the cold morning air, a dark blur tearing through the grey mist.It cleared the open water in a heartbeat, slamming directly into the high clay bank forty yards to my left with a violent, bone-rattling impact.

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