Semua Bab The Alpha General's Substitute Bride: Bab 31 - Bab 40

TEMPEST I couldn’t even blink as we passed through the high walls. The Whitlock family’s lands stretched far, crossing forests and fields, but the pack’s center took my breath away. When we rode past the gate guard, I tensed with fear, sure they’d give me away as an intruder. “She’s with me. She belongs to the house of the former General Whitlock,” Corvin said, steady and sure. The warriors didn’t spare me a second look and greeted him with respect. He urged the horse on, and soon we were riding into the main streets of Royal Moon Pack’s busy life. That was the pack’s official name under the direct protection of the Alpha King. I lifted my gaze beyond the chimneys and the smoke in the air, to the imposing hill in the distance. A majestic white-stone castle rose on it. Even from here I could see flags snapping on the towers. That was where the wolf who controlled our realm lived. Standing at his side had always been Knox’s greatest ambition, and thinking of him had me glanci

TEMPESTOutside was a mess, and the garden was half destroyed.We reached the shop, and Mrs. Magda unlocked the entrance mechanism.I looked on, worried, but I never imagined there’d be a group of burly men in black uniforms behind it.“My favorite old lady in this pack!” a dark-haired warrior shouted as he burst in first and scooped Mrs. Magda up by the waist.“Put me down, you shameless brat! Go call your sainted mother an old lady!”She roared, swatting at him, as more greetings and kisses came from those battle-worn warriors.You could see the trust between them, and the relief on her face.“Where did you leave my son?”“He was called to the front, but don’t worry, he should be on his way back. We came to taste your rice wine!”About ten of them burst in at once, causing a ruckus, filling the small shop.I almost hid behind the counter, but I was spotted.“And what beauty do we have here? Mrs. Magda, how do you hide a female in your house and say nothing?” the dark-haired one who’

ARCHER WHITLOCK“Step on it!”I slam my fist on the carriage roof to make the driver hurry.If my legs were what they used to be, I’d be on my horse, chasing her down myself.How could I be such a jerk to Tempest?Just remembering what I spat at her in anger makes me want to rip out my own tongue.How did I see Adelaine’s shadow in her… my ex-fiancée’s ghost in every move?That blond hair messed with my tormented head.I stare out the carriage window as we race toward the capital.After tearing the realm apart looking for her, the stable boy told me she’d left with Corvin.I squeeze the grip of this damned cane so hard I could snap it, the way my insides already feel broken.All I’m doing is pushing her away and throwing her into Liam’s arms.He’s a good man. I know it. He’ll live many more years than the miserable months I likely have left.But the second I picture them as lovers…Tempest straddling his lap, letting him touch her, moaning, rolling her hips on him the way she did on m

ARCHERI took a second before I turned, pretty sure my wolf fangs were already out.She stood there, eyes on the dark floor of the little sitting room, twisting her fingers in that new dress.Seeing her so sweet and nervous just fed every filthy thought in my head.“Tempest, you can take a minute and go to your room… don’t be scared, we won’t do anything you don’t want.”I reached out and lifted her chin so she’d look at me.Delicate makeup framed her face, those thick, kissable lips, that small nose, and a gaze heavy with desire.“You’re beautiful,” I admitted, watching color climb her cheeks.“I’m glad you like it, sir…”“It’s not that I like it. I love it. I wish I’d been the first to see you in it.”I felt the tremor under my fingers, and there it was again… that anxious bite of her lower lip.«Goddess… you’re killing me, woman.»“Sir… could you help me with the back laces?”It caught me a little off guard. But when she turned and I got the line of her back and that ass aimed righ

ARCHERI grabbed her and turned her to straddle my thighs.Her hands landed on my shoulders.I slid my tunic off her, hanging crooked on her, and tossed it aside.I leaned in and took her breasts into my mouth without giving her a chance to breathe.“Aahh… General… Archer…” Hearing my name on her tongue had me close to howling.My hands dropped and I finally freed my cock.I wrapped it in a tight fist and felt all that slick coating my fingers.I angled it up, and we both trembled when the flushed tip started painting between her folds.“Mmm…” Air rushed out of my nose in heavy bursts.I was tense everywhere, fighting the urge to thrust up.I almost pushed just the head in, rocking against her pussy in a dirty, maddening grind.My mouth was slick with spit and her taste.“Baby, sit slowly or I’m going to lose my mind down here,” I almost begged.She paused, barely breathing, and looked down… at the mast ready to pierce her.“It’s… it’s big…” She swallowed, and I couldn’t help a crooke