บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Quinn's POV I felt exasperated, the tension sitting heavy in my shoulders. Elsie winced at my words, twiddling her fingers together nervously. She let out a soft sigh, walked closer to my desk, and unexpectedly crawled into my lap. She wrapped both of her arms tightly around my neck, burying her face into the crook of my shoulder. Her sweet, clean scent instantly hit my senses, soothing the hot irritation under my skin. "I'm sorry, Quinn," she whispered softly, her voice muffled against my collarbone. "I'm sorry for being such a bad mate. I always knew I wasn't really good mate material, but it's just so glaringly obvious now." A second later, I felt tiny, wet drops of her tears dripping onto my neck. The sight and feeling of her crying alarmed me at once. I never wanted to see her cry. My wolf began thrashing around inside my chest, throwing all sorts of angry, displeased feelings at me for daring to make our mate weep. If this were any other female, I would have assumed the s

Elsie’s POV We crouched low to the frozen ground, hiding behind a thick ridge of snow as we watched the rogues down in the clearing. They were still working, digging relentlessly into the hard earth and hauling heavy loads. Don't these males ever get any rest? I wondered bitterly. They probably operated on strict shifts.From this lower angle, I could see much more clearly than I had from the trees last night. The rogues were carrying large wooden buckets filled with a thick, pitch-black sludge and carefully pouring the dark liquid into deep holes in the ground. I couldn't tell if there were containers buried inside those holes or if they were just filling natural subterranean hollows.What is that black sludge? And more importantly, how could we get a sample of it back to the Hold?First, we needed something to carry it in. I leaned back slightly and whispered to the warrior beside me, "Does anyone have an empty leather waterskin?"Leather was tough enough to hold liquid without lea

Elsie’s POV I don't even need to describe what a colossal failure many of the warriors experienced on Commander Hunter's new balance beam. After dozens of humiliating falls into the thick, freezing mud, most of them started to get the hang of it, though every one of us was going to need a serious bath. Later that night, training was finally dismissed, and I hurried down to the stream to wash off the caked-on dirt and sweat. The ice-cold water was incredibly refreshing against my sore muscles. Not long after I returned to camp, I was summoned to a strategy meeting inside the Iron Fort. It was just me, Harding, Commander Jasper, the King, and Dane, who sat at the edge of the table ready with pen and paper. "The healer ran tests on the sample we brought back," Commander Jasper began, placing the empty leather waterskin on the map table. "It's a crude, highly flammable oil mixed with dried pitch. If the rogues set fire to those buried trenches during our advance, it will create a wall

Elsie's POV My knees hit the packed dirt with a soft thud, the cool earth pressing against my skin through the fabric of my trousers. The storage room smelled of old wood, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of armor oil, but all of it faded beneath the thick, heady scent rolling off Quinn. It was wild, fresh berries and something darker, something purely him, and it made my mouth water in a way that still surprised me.I looked up. He towered above me, broad shoulders blocking most of the weak light that filtered through the gaps in the plank walls. His green eyes had become tinged with gold, the wolf just beneath the surface, watching me with that familiar hungry gaze. My fingers trembled as they reached for the laces of his trousers. The leather was warm from his body, and when I tugged the first knot free, the fabric parted to reveal the line of his cock already straining against the cloth.I pressed my lips together nervously.“Elsie,” he warned, voice low and rough. “You

Elsie's POV He stepped close again, his green eyes turning intensely serious as he rested his hands on my armored shoulders. "The only blood allowed to touch this armor is that of the enemy. Do you understand me?"I nodded firmly. "I understand.""I know you are a smart female," he added, his voice dropping low. "So know when to run if things turn bad. Okay?"Instead of answering right away, I reached up and grabbed his broad shoulders with both of my hands, looking straight into his eyes. "I understand everything, Quinn. Now go get ready."He looked like he still wanted to say something more, but at that second, the low, deep rumble of a war horn blared across the entire camp.The first horn.When the long note finally stopped, a loud voice called out from right outside my tent flap. "Your Majesty!"We stepped outside. It was Commander Hunter, standing in full plate armor, looking grim and ready. Quinn turned and walked away alongside Commander Hunter, looking like he was physically