Contract Marriage To The Alpha King 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

Elara's POV The door opened without waiting for our permission, wards parting with a reluctant groan as if coerced. Three figures entered the chamber, their presence a chill draft cutting the sensual warmth we'd cultivated—two guardians in full rune-plate armor, visors down but eyes visible through slits, glowing with enhancement spells; flanked between them, a woman in layered indigo robes embroidered with archival sigils that shimmered like captured starlight. Archivist-General Selene Vire—older than Maerin by decades, sharper in intellect, and infinitely more dangerous because she believed, with fervent zeal, that systems could tame any chaos, bend any anomaly to order's will. Her silver hair was bound in a severe coil, face etched with lines of calculated wisdom, but her eyes—piercing sapphire—flicked immediately to our linked hands, assessing the diad's glow with clinical detachment that masked deeper unease.“Forgive the intrusion,” Selene said, voice smooth as polished glass,

Elara’s POVThe chamber door sealed behind us with a ward-snap that echoed like a final breath, but the air still hummed with the quad's chaos—distant howls from Thorne's betas fading into the night, Voss's pyre-flames guttering out like reluctant embers, Lira's veiled murmurs dissolving into cryptic silence. Victory clung to us like sweat after a rut, dark and tentative, its aftertaste bittersweet on my tongue. Alexander's hand lingered at the small of my back, fingers pressing possessive through my leathers, guiding me deeper into the room where sconces flickered low, casting long shadows that danced like lovers entwined. The bond thrummed between us—ecstasy restrained, a coiled spring of storm and flame begging release, but we held it, savoring the edge.“We changed the narrative,” he murmured, voice a husky thunder-rumble that vibrated against my skin as he turned me to face him, grey eyes locking onto mine with feral intensity. His lips claimed mine in a storm-heated kiss—fierce

Elara’s POVHe nodded, pulling me closer, bodies aligning flush in a sensual unity that sent electric shivers cascading through my core—the bond thrumming with promise, a silvered pulse syncing our heartbeats like thunder echoing flame. Alexander's storm-grey eyes locked onto mine, silver flecks dancing with feral intensity, his hand sliding possessive along the curve of my hip, fingers digging just enough to ignite sparks of violet heat beneath my skin. The air between us thickened, charged with ozone and jasmine-embers, our wolves mental-brushing in teasing nips that pooled dark need low, unrestrained yet held on the edge of ecstasy. His breath ghosted over my lips, warm and laced with the metallic tang of storm magic, making my pulse stutter in anticipation.“And the Hunger will let them,” he murmured, voice a husky rumble vibrating against my ear as he nuzzled my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive scar along my jawline in a possessive nip that drew a soft gasp from my lips. “Watc

Elara’s POVClimax hit blinding once more, walls fluttering around him in desperate, rhythmic spasms that milked every last drop from his throbbing cock, drawing a second release from him with a guttural groan that vibrated through my core like thunder echoing in a cavern. Our mingled essences overflowed hot and slick, trickling down my thighs in warm rivulets as we trembled unified, bodies slick with sweat and the violet glow of our diad lingering like erotic afterimages on our skin. Alexander's hands gripped my hips possessive-hard, holding me down on him as his length twitched inside me, filling me to the brim with his seed, the sensation of being so utterly claimed sending aftershocks rippling through me, my clit pulsing sensitive against his pelvis. “Fuck, Elara... your pussy's a vice, sucking me dry—take every drop, my perfect cum-slut,” he rasped filthy, voice gravel-rough post-ecstasy, his storm-grey eyes locked on mine with tender-feral intensity, silver flecks dancing like

Elara's POV The hall buzzed with triumphant energy, scry-panes flickering live with enclave surrenders and coven rallies: “Diad crowns the liberators—void yields eternal!” Observers murmured awe at our entrance, the diad glow still humming potent from our morning claim, drawing wary glances and flushed cheeks. But the crown-whispers hinted personal seduction, allies converging with fever-bright eyes that set my flames on alert. Thorne stormed in first, feral energy crackling like a border gale, his betas gore-streaked from overnight abyss-scouts, amber gaze manic-hot and fixed on us with predatory hunger. “That delve shattered those guardians like brittle bone—howls feasted deep on their chitin rot! But my scrys sniff out the final crown now; its essence calls like fresh rut-scent on the wind, promising amplification unbound for packs and diads alike. What's the rut-plan, storm-flame duo? We amplify glory together—strike the abyss-veins swift, claim that crown for the forge befor