分享

Berserker Rage

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 10:19:55

Lawrence’s POV

The crash of the armored iron bulkhead hitting the stone floor echoed in my chest as if my mystical heart had been torn out by rusted claws. On the other side of the metal, the mating bond jerked with pure agony, leaving my lungs paralyzed. I could feel the burning pain on Maya’s neck, the mark of her cinnamon skin being consumed by the crystal overload, and above all, the sudden burst of human terror from my mate as she was trapped in the central chamber.

My inner wolf broke its
在 APP 繼續免費閱讀本書
掃碼下載 APP
已鎖定章節

最新章節

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Mark of the Den

    Maya’s POVThe roar of the great Feast of a Thousand Packs faded away, replaced by the solemn silence of the palace’s private wing. Though the court still celebrated below with mead jars and chants honoring the old seer’s prophecy, the empire’s new order had already begun to rearrange itself under the weight of my will.In the oak gallery adjoining our chambers, Commander Valia of the Guard of the Luna and the three chief delegates from the southern and western provinces stood before my chair.Even in my advanced state, the prominent curve of my womb rising majestically beneath the loose silk of my house gown, my mind as Empress operated with unyielding clarity.“Starting tomorrow, Commander Valia will assume full oversight of the garrison at Vulture’s Gorge,” I declared with the Commanding Voice of the Luna Real, a supreme she‑wolf authority that brooked no argument. “Coastal and Southern troops will no longer answer to the old vassal Alphas; they will take orders directly from the G

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Feast of a Thousand Packs

    Lawrence’s POVThe echo of my roar still rang off the courtyard stones as splinters of cedar and scraps of mystical wool drifted down onto the snow. The coastal ambassadors lay face‑down on the frozen ground, trembling beneath the weight of my black‑steel aura. No unfamiliar scent—no matter how exotic or diplomatic it claimed to be—would ever cross my nose while my mate carried my two pups in her womb.“S‑Supreme…” Lady Evelyne stammered, her voice breaking with terror, not daring to lift her gaze. “The mystical poppy bloom was only… only meant to ease the Empress’s weariness in pregnancy… There was no poison in the pitch…”“I am the only one who tends to the Empress’s body and her weariness,” I hissed with icy resolve, my massive arm pinning Maya’s hips tight to my side. “If you ever bring another herb, flower, or tonic without my own healers purifying it first, I will tear your head off before your entire delegation.”Maya rested her soft cinnamon hand on the hard muscle of my forea

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Kings’ Triumphant Return

    Maya's POVThe war horns blaring from the outer walls echoed across the northern slopes, a roar of victory that shook the entire mountain range. Blood Moon’s great oak‑and‑iron gates swung wide open, giving way to the most impressive military column the continent had ever seen.At the vanguard, the unified army’s march was a spectacle of martial power and mystical glory.The northern people, gathered in their thousands along the stone road, cheered without pause. From ancient craftsfolk to warriors’ families, they tossed winter‑bloom petals and fine furs before our procession. Beside them, the banners of the Seven Coastal Packs and the Western Valley Lords dipped in reverence, awestruck at the sight of the Monarchs who had brought the South to heel in a single campaign.Riding at my side upon his colossal black war stallion, Lawrence stood as the living definition of a Supreme Alpha’s supremacy. His bare torso, crisscrossed by leather harnesses and the scars from the battle at Vulture

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Kings’ First Kicks

    Lawrence's POVThe silence inside the imperial fur tent held something sacred, almost unreal. Outside, on the canyon’s rocky slopes, the cavalry camps and southern captains rested beneath the desert night; but within this sanctuary of linen and leather, the entire universe had shrunk down to the space my hand occupied resting on my mate’s cinnamon skin.A second impact—sure, firm, and brimming with wild vitality—struck my palm again from deep within Maya.A solid thud. A call of blood. The first direct greeting from my two pups.My chest, the chest of a Supreme Alpha that had never trembled under the charge of ten thousand warriors or the bite of runic blades, seized so tight it left me breathless. My long fingers, accustomed to crushing throats and wielding dark steel, molded themselves with reverent care to the soft curve of my Queen’s womb. Feeling the physical thrum of those two small lives—my Alpha son and my Luna daughter—washed away every trace of the berserker fury that had ba

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Royal Blood Pact

    Maya's POVThe floor of Vulture’s Gorge throbbed beneath my boots with a thick, bitter, sickening hum. The scent of fresh blood and sulfur drifting from the plateau where Lawrence had just slaughtered Malik was swept away by a cold, foul purple vapor billowing straight up through cracks in the red rock.Around me, the warriors of the Guard of the Luna cried out in alarm, raising their shields to form an impenetrable military wall around my position.“Empress!” Commander Valia shouted, stepping back two paces as the runes on her spear sparked with instability. “It is a Shadow‑Binding current! It comes from the desert’s underground altar!”I felt the dark magic’s sting trying to seep through the pores of my cinnamon skin. It was a parasitic, ancient, twisted force sent by the Sunset Shaman with one purpose: to strangle the thermal flow feeding my womb. They meant to snuff out the Luna Real’s light from within, freezing the dynasty’s blood before my pups could draw their first breath.A

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Duel of the Desert

    Lawrence's POVMalik’s words had barely finished echoing off the canyon walls when the last thread of my human sanity shattered.No one spoke of my mate’s womb. No one threatened my twins. And no Alpha on this continent would ever look with greedy eyes upon my female’s curves and live to tell the tale.An inhuman roar tore from the very bottom of my chest, shaking the red rock of Vulture’s Gorge. My massive muscles coiled in a berserker surge; I did not call on full transformation, but my intermediate Lycan form burst forth in all its war‑torn glory. I seemed to tower inches taller, my black‑steel claws extending with a metallic snap, and the liquid silver in my eyes wiped away every trace of mercy.“Stay with the guard, Maya!” I roared back to my Queen, never tearing my gaze from the cliff edge.“Tear him apart, my King,” she answered, her voice cold, unyielding, and unbreakable—fanning the fire in my blood even higher.I bent my legs and launched myself upward. I defied the canyon’s

更多章節
探索並免費閱讀 優質小說
GoodNovel APP 免費暢讀海量優秀小說,下載喜歡的書籍,隨時隨地閱讀。
在 APP 免費閱讀書籍
掃碼在 APP 閱讀
DMCA.com Protection Status