INICIAR SESIÓNCompartir
CHAPTER 46
Fecha de publicación:
2026-10-22 21:08:17
Último capítulo
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 49
The heavy oak doors of the Frost-Ridge armory banged shut against the howling midnight gale, cutting off the draft of sub-zero air rushing down from the upper battlements.I stood by the central map table, my fingers tracing the topographical lines of the northern ridge while the amber glow of the brass lantern flickered across the vellum. The parley at the Whispering Arch was behind us, and Prince Cassian’s desperate appeal had dissolved into the winter dust, but the political fallout of his visit had left a restless current running through the lower garrison.Knock. Knock.The door clicked open, and Boros stepped inside. He unclasped his heavy wolf-skin cloak, shaking the accumulated powder snow from his shoulders before walking over to the table. His scarred face was set in a tight, cautious grimace."The southern perimeter pickets report unusual scouting activity near the lower timberline," Boros reported, lowering his voice. "Not Bloodmoon regulars. Mercenaries. They're wearing un
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 48
The crisp morning air carried the sharp scent of melting frost and pine resin as our tactical vanguard crested the ridge overlooking the lower southern border post.Below us, situated precisely on the neutral boundary line between Frost-Ridge and the Bloodmoon territory, stood the weathered stone pavilion known as the Whispering Arch. Originally built a century ago to ratify trade treaties between the northern houses, the open-air structure now served as a tense, heavily monitored meeting ground for our unexpected diplomatic summit.I adjusted the collar of my heavy dark-wool doublet, my fingers brushing against the silver insignia of the High Chief Tactician pinned over my heart. Beside me sat Julian upon his massive black warhorse, his dark plate armor gleaming under the pale winter sun like polished obsidian. Behind us stood fifty elite outriders and Boros, their presence forming an unshakeable wall of military deterrence."They've arrived," Boros rumbled, lowering his brass survey
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 47
The bitter mountain gale whistled through the high battlements of the eastern gate, driving fine needles of white frost against my cheeks.I stood beside the heavy iron railings of the upper rampart, a thick leather ledger pressed under my left arm and my brass surveying glass raised to my right eye. Three hundred yards below in the snow-choked valley, a column of forty heavily armored supply wagons moved with slow, rhythmic precision through the narrow pass, their dark wooden frames painted with the white wolf crest of Frost-Ridge."Their alignment is off by two degrees at the bend," I muttered, lowering the glass and tapping the edge of my brass compass against my thumbnail.Beside me, Boros shifted his immense weight, his steel-plated pauldrons clanking softly against his heavy wolf-skin cloak. He let out a deep, steady plume of white vapor that vanished instantly into the freezing air."It’s an iron shipment from the deep mines, Tactician," Boros rumbled, his gravelly voice cuttin
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 46
The heavy oak door of my private chambers remained closed, shutting out the bustling administrative noise of the upper bailey.Inside, the room was quiet, save for the crackling of pine logs burning low in the stone hearth and the steady, rhythmic scratching of my quill against parchment. Yet, despite the familiar comfort of my workspace, my mind refused to settle. The sharp, unyielding words Julian had left behind in the archives hours ago echoed in the hollow spaces of my thoughts.“My fascination started with your mind. But what I feel for you now—what we have built together—is built on the absolute truth of who you are.”It was a brutally honest admission. There were no hollow platitudes, no fabricated fairy-tale declarations of love at first sight, and no sugar-coated illusions designed to coddle the deep-seated insecurities I had carried since my youth in Bloodmoon. Julian was incapable of falsehoods when it came to matters of state or matters of the heart. He was a Sovereign bu
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 45
The heavy oak door of the Frost-Ridge archives closed with a muffled thud, cutting off the distant sound of the morning guard rotation in the outer courtyard.The air inside the lower vault was cool, smelling dryly of ancient parchment, leather bindings, and centuries-old dust. Rows of towering stone shelves stretched out into the dim amber light of the iron wall sconces, holding the collected historical records, military logs, and territorial treaties of the northern packs.I stood before a heavy oak reading desk, the pale winter light filtering through a high, grated window high above. Spread out before me were not the current logistical ledgers or trade tariffs, but the older, restricted files requisitioned from the northern administrative registry—specifically, the background dossiers concerning Julian’s early intelligence sweeps prior to my arrival in Frost-Ridge.For weeks, the shadow war against Arbiter Malakar had consumed every waking hour. But the arrival of Prince Cassian’s
The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate CHAPTER 44
The departure of Lord Vane and the capital delegation left a strangely quiet stillness hanging over the Great Keep. The threat was far from vanished—if anything, exposing their diplomatic extortion attempt had backed Arbiter Malakar and Prince Cassian into a corner. But for the first time since my arrival in Frost-Ridge, the initiative rested firmly in our hands.I sat in my private study on the third floor of the east tower, the late afternoon sun spilling long amber rays across my work table. Spread out before me were not military manifests or tax ledgers, but personal dispatches intercepted along the southern border over the past forty-eight hours.Specifically, three sealed letters bearing the crimson wax seal of House Vance.My fingers hovered over the heavy parchment. I didn't need to break the seals to know what they contained. Cassian’s desperate, sprawling handwriting had filled my life for six years—first as a distant lordling who treated my logistical brilliance as a conven
También te puede gustar
The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Caroline Above Story551.2K vistasHE'S MY ALPHA
Cassandra M949.6K vistasThe Alpha King's Hated Slave
Kiss Leilani1.3M vistasThe Alpha's Unwanted Luna Series
Miss L2.8M vistasThe Alpha's Regret After His Daughter Died
June154 vistasThe Cursed Lycan King’s Accidental Mate
Bluemorph28 vistasThe Bride with Two Wolves
Blanca36 vistasBound to the Night lord
Ore34 vistas
