All Chapters of The Alpha General's Substitute Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

TEMPESTI’ve been nervous these days, on edge over everything that’s happened.Adelaine’s sudden death has left all of us in shock.Archer is sure it was the Alpha prince in a violent outburst, and his father is covering for him.I know he’s planning something in secret.I feel him sneaking out at night. The guards won’t leave my side, and neither will Mrs. Magda.You can feel the tension in the palace.Even the competition events have turned kind of dull.Archer doesn’t really have a rival.Only that idiot Knox dares to stand up to him, and they’ve already had a few dangerous clashes.Knox always uses the chance to throw me looks, chasing my approval, or tries to find any excuse to talk to me alone.But I’ve made it clear I’ll only “give in” when he gives me what I want.Everyone seems to have their own plan, and I feel like I’m sitting on top of a volcano about to erupt.But today... in particular, things feel different.Today is the fertility festival, and I think everyone has made

TEMPESTWith those words the drums started pounding again, same as my heart.My wolf went down the hill, pushing through the others that snarled at me in rage but couldn’t do a thing.My man had earned his place.In the middle of the crowd, Enya licked his nose, worried about his wounds.“I’m fine, my female. Come on, you’re the one who needs comfort.”Griffith led her toward the huge tent while the drums boomed around us.Outside, the party picked back up, but inside this closed space things got way too hot.By the light of a few candles I saw the huge ceremonial bed in the center, the moonlight pouring right onto it through a hole high up in the tent.Flowers were scattered across the carpeted floor and a sweet, intoxicating scent hung in the air, dulling a little of the wild intensity of our pheromones.As soon as we were alone, Griffith slipped off to one side, behind a screen.“Need a hand?”“No, babe, just give me a second to wash this mess off.”Archer answered in that low, wol

TEMPESTMy hair was tangled in a firm, dominant fist, yanking my head back and baring my neck for them to sink their fangs into.Down below, that wolf cock kept fucking me until it exploded in thick cum, flooding me deep inside my pussy and sliding down my thighs.“I, Archer Whitlock, claim you, Tempest Vale, as my beloved mate. I offer you my loyalty, my soul, my love forever. I’ll spend every second of my life proving you’re the most important thing to us... You and our future pups are our whole world.”Tears started spilling from my eyes as I felt the enormity of his vows.He whispered against my skin, our wolves twining together, loving with everything they had.They were just waiting for my answer.“Tempest... accept us, my wolf... we’re yours.” Griffith asked me in a sweet whisper.“I... Tempest Vale, accept you as my male and as the father of our pups. My beloved General Archer Whitlock, my Griffith... Thank you both for coming into my life.”Words didn’t begin to cover what th

ARCHERThe servants finally dare to come in, picking their way through the chaos left behind in the clearing flooded by midday sunlight.My measured steps carry me to the administrative wing of the royal castle, where my ex–father-in-law is waiting with an underground map I need to lay my hands on.He didn’t just give me the support of his personal guard, he also handed me a secret that’s priceless.Turns out that crafty old bastard always had an escape route.He’s been crawling around like a rat through the walls and aqueducts built under the palace and the pack lands.Adelaine barely knew any details about the network of tunnels he supervised during the construction of the royal buildings.His hatred for the prince and the Alpha King runs so deep he ended up handing me his greatest treasure, regretful for conspiring to push Adelaine away from me and marry her off to that useless prince.Of course, the King covered for his son.He didn’t even cancel the tournament so we could mourn,

NARRATORTempest was led through the suffocating hallways of Knox’s mansion.To him, it was a big gift from the King, but when she thought of Archer’s place, this one just looked like a gloomy, run-down manor.“You stay here. The master’s orders,” the servant stopped Mrs. Magda at the doorway.“No, she comes with me...”“Impossible,” he refused flatly.“It’s fine, Mrs. Whitlock, I’ll stay,” Magda squeezed her hand tight.“I know how to defend myself, don’t worry, and you watch out for that lunatic.”Mrs. Magda whispered into her mind. She was terribly worried, even more so when she felt Tempest’s fingers trembling as the she-wolf finally nodded.Crossing that threshold was hard, but she had to face whatever was on the other side.The servant closed the door behind her and Tempest walked toward what looked like a reading room.Knox’s back was outlined against the light from the fireplace.“For a second I thought you’d stood me up,” he turned slowly and pinned her with stormy eyes.His