บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha General's Substitute Bride: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

TEMPEST“Thk, thk, darling, good little Agatha hasn’t been home for a long while.”Her eyes suddenly shifted to a reddish hue, pupils going vertical and black, chilling, strange.“What… are you?” I tried to roll back, but my legs wouldn’t respond.My whole body was about to fall apart.“You tricked me this whole time…”“We’re going to have a loooong time to get to know each other,” she answered, coming toward me step by step.“And don’t feel bad. I fool everyone. That’s my specialty.” She smirked, stopping a few feet away.And then all the puzzle pieces dropped into place.“From the start… you were the one deceiving those women. That girl you killed was trying to tell me… you hexed her…”“Magnificent.” She gave a few mocking claps.“I think you’re the hardest woman I’ve ever had to get close to. You’re so… suspicious... and you were completely right.”She clicked her tongue and launched into a monologue of her cruelties.“I love consuming the vitality of young women. They’re juicy, th

ARCHERHierarchy existed among the Brood too, and I watched it play out.It finished off half of them in seconds, and the rest began to scatter.In the chaos, we picked up our mate, and Griffith found a gap to carry her on his back.We weren’t sticking around to face an S-class.We hadn’t gone far through the fallen trunks when that constant buzz started chasing us.“I’m shifting to human. It’s easier to carry Tempest, she’s slipping!” Things got critical fast.“I’ve got a feeling, Archer. Wait.”“What are you doing, Griffith?!” I couldn’t believe he wanted to try this insanity with our female on the line.“No one wants to protect her more than I do, but I swear I saw it. That creature came out of Tempest.”His voice rang with certainty.Griffith’s instinct had saved our lives more than once, so we stood in a clearing and looked up.The huge bug, close to a meter not counting those translucent wings, hovered with glowing red eyes.It didn’t attack, just circled. When it edged closer,

ARCHERI snarled for Tempest as I backed out to find her at the door.I pulled her into me and dragged her away from that death pit, slamming the door behind us.I held her tight, fear still clawing at me.If she didn’t carry that power inside her, she might’ve ended up like one of those girls.I kept her in my arms for what felt like forever, her hand stroking up and down my tense back.“Archer, what’s going on? Don’t worry about me, I’m better now…”“I’m scared,” I admitted before I could stop myself.“Because there’s too much I don’t understand. Because I feel like I’m not going to be able to hide you from the world much longer. This realm… it’s getting corrupted.”I said it all without a filter.The word “mate” sat on the tip of my tongue, but how the hell was I supposed to confess it with a woodshed full of nameless dead at my back.“Then we get stronger,” Tempest whispered, and it snapped me back.I pulled away and looked straight into those vibrant, beautiful eyes I’d fallen ha

TEMPESTThere he was, the poor blacksmith, caked in dirt with the look of a broken man… but somehow more focused.“I can give you my sword, or I can try to forge you the best weapon you’ve ever had… but there are two problems... General.”I tensed when I heard him use Archer’s old title. He’d obviously heard us.Damn it… was this going to be a problem now?I felt Archer’s cold aura spike, threatening. They stared each other down.“I have no intention of saying anything. It’s clear you want to keep a low profile,” the man said, sharp as a blade.After a few seconds that felt like years, Archer let that razor aura ease.“Tell me what the problems are.” He stepped forward, steady.The man tried to move closer to explain but nearly collapsed.We had to help him sit.“I’ll bring you some water…”“No, thank you. Thank you.” He patted my hand, breathing hard, those grief-struck eyes tearing me apart.But when he focused on the General again, his face went solemn.“Years ago, in the black mar

TEMPESTWe’re in the barn, low light pouring from the high windows, and I watch sweat roll over those chiseled Alpha muscles.He’s shirtless, only in dark pants.He moves through a hard set, every flex cutting his thick forearms and tightening those abs that trail down into a neat little happy trail.The bulge of that gorgeous cock shows with every bend and stretch.His sweaty hair sticks to his nape.I catch a few tattoos: letters and numbers inked in a sexy scrawl along his ribs.I eat him up with my eyes, and the heat in me, spikes.I’m not thinking about modesty.My hands go to my breasts, heavy and tight.I press my lips together so I won’t moan while I twist my nipples, my fingers slipping inside my neckline.I rub my thighs together, feeling the wet soak my panties.Goddess, what a beautiful male, and he says he’s mine… why can’t I just walk out there and tell him to fuck me right now?I swallow, throat dry.Archer stops his workout and I tense.Maybe the bitter herbs in my poc