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Secrets of the Royal Dungeon

작가: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 게시일: 2026-07-05 16:45:35
Maya's POV

The armored carriage came to a violent skid at the secret entrance to the lower catacombs of Blood Moon Fortress. The iron gates swung open with a crash, and the cold northern wind hit our faces, but the heat coming from Lawrence’s newly closed wound still filled the vehicle.

“Kael, take Ryker through the secondary passage by the laundry!” Lawrence ordered, jumping down from the carriage with his heavy sword already drawn in his right hand. “Maya, stay behind me! If those fools from
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  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Fever of the Abyss

    MAYA'S POVValen’s cry did not sound like a newborn’s hungry demand. It was sharp, tearing, and dry—drilling into my temples like a red‑hot needle. The white velvet blanket wrapping him began to smoke at the lower corner; the heat radiating from his tiny body was so immense that the skin of my forearms flushed red merely from touching his fine wrappings."Close the window, Lawrence!" I shouted, stepping back toward the center of the chamber while pressing the baby tight against my lap.Lawrence did not simply close the shutters—he slammed them with such violence that he split the oak bar, blocking the frame with his own massive back before turning toward us. His liquid‑silver eyes, still burning with the fury of the external challenge, widened in pure, visceral terror I had never seen in ten years of battle.Sulfurous vapor rising from the courtyard springs seeped through the cracks in the stone slabs, carrying a stench of fossil mud and burning pitch."Maya... the child is burning,"

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Baptism of the Beast

    LAWRENCE'S POVThe stench of cosmic sulfur and scorched draconic flesh faded the moment I crossed the imperial wing’s threshold.I carried Maya in my arms, holding her tight against my chest despite the lancing pain of fractured ribs and burned skin across my shoulders. She cradled our third cub wrapped in the crimson silk against her bare chest, while the twins followed close at my heels—exhausted yet heads held high, jaws set like two small veteran soldiers.Kael tried to match my pace, clutching a jar of healing ointment and a linen bandage.I stopped short without fully turning my body."One inch further past that door, Kael," I growled, my voice so low and rough it froze the commander mid-step, "and I will gut you right here. No one enters the nest. Not healers, not medics, not servants. No one.""Supreme... your burns... the Lady has barely rested since childbirth..." Kael stammered, lowering his gaze beneath the silver glow still flickering in my eyes."Bring three buckets of w

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Cradle of Three Bloodlines

    MAYA'S POVThe bond did not break, but it tore open. Through the sacred mark on my neck, I felt Lawrence’s ribs cracking one by one beneath the invader’s boot. I felt cosmic fire searing his flesh down to living muscle, the stench of his own fur burning, and that appalling, heavy silence that precedes the death of a Supreme Alpha.I did not stay to wait for a miracle from a deaf god. I did not need Lawrence’s heart to stop to force open the Vital Blood Lock. My Primordial Phoenix blood, the flame of sixty generations of queens from across the sea, and my savage devotion to the father of my children ignited my core into an internal supernova that shattered the rune-iron seals from within.When my bare feet touched the glowing ground of the armory courtyard, I felt no heat from the embers. The crimson silk wrap held my third son firmly against my chest, protected by the aura of solar fire that enveloped my body like a second skin. The twins remained at the broken threshold of the sanctu

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Duel of Titans

    LAWRENCE'S POVThe air in the courtyard was no longer oxygen: it was pure sulfur, suspended ash, and the searing radiation of a dying star.The smoking crater at the plaza’s center spanned sixty yards across. The millennial granite and basalt slabs — where generations of Northern soldiers had sworn fealty — had liquefied into a bubbling morass of hissing, stinking magma. Flanking it, the artillery batteries of the three surrendered barges lay twisted scrap; the invader’s descent had disabled their power cores with a single shockwave.I stood alone in the heart of the firestorm.Bare from the waist up, barefoot on scorching stone that blistered my soles — yet pain could not pierce the numbness of my homicidal fury. Blood from the ritual wound in my right palm kept dripping onto the ground, maintaining the sanctuary lock sealed tight behind me.Maya and my three young were safe beneath the earth. To reach them, that winged bastard would have to gnaw through every inch of my skeleton and

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Blood Lock

    MAYA'S POVThe plasma beam’s heat still climbed the outer walls like volcanic breath, making the fortified stained‑glass of the inner tower tremble. The stench of melted stone and the decapitated herald’s golden blood mingled in my throat with the sweet scent of my own milk. The little one against my chest stirred restlessly beneath the crimson silk, opening his sapphire eyes for a moment; the seven‑star mark on his sternum pulsed with a flickering glow, as if recognizing the searing frequency descending from the mothership.“Lawrence, look at me,” I demanded, stepping firmly toward him in the east wing antechamber.The giant did not halt at once. His heavy boots crunched across the stones; he dragged the twins half‑supported with one hand while gripping my waist with the other — a desperate, excessive force bordering on the blind violence of a cornered animal. His silver gaze was utterly unhinged; no trace remained of the strategist who had ruled the North through ten winters. Only t

  • The Alpha's Plump Mistake   Tyrant’s Claim

    LAWRENCE'S POVA strange male had just named my mate as his consort. Before ten thousand warriors lining the walls, before the surviving elders still trembling on the stones, and against the silent backdrop of the three surrendered barges, that cavernous voice had fallen from the stratosphere to lay claim to my woman’s flesh and my third son’s cradle.No rational thought remained. The scant self‑control I had left after tearing Varek apart and beheading the old usurper’s paladins crumbled to atomic dust. My bare chest expanded with a dull crunch of stretching cartilage; the arena scabs burst open at once, bleeding thick threads of hot blood; liquid silver swallowed my eyes’ entire irises in a homicidal blink.“Lawrence…” Maya’s warm hand rested on my bloodied forearm.Her touch — skin still damp from battle sweat, carrying the sacred scent of post‑birth milk — did nothing to soothe the beast. I turned with the slow weight of an avalanche about to fall, wrapping my two‑and‑a‑half‑meter

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