All Chapters of I Woke Up Engaged To An Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

SIGRUNMy skin pricked with nervous goosebumps, and my chest felt ridiculously tight.Darren, who had spent the last several hours standing motionless near the door, straightened his spine to full height as heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed up the winding stone stairs of the royal wing.The door opened.Varul filled the threshold, clad in his signature black tunic, smelling intensely of wild woods, winter rain, and blood. His massive shoulders practically spanned the frame. Dark mud crusted his riding boots, and his long hair was wild and damp.Darren immediately bowed his head in submission. "My Alpha," he grunted softly, his voice low and concise. "Orasmus attended to the Luna a while ago. He said it is She is to remain off it for two weeks." Then his voice turned even more sober. "My deepest apologies, Alpha, for not fulfilling my duty to watch over the Luna."Darren's words caused more heat to suffuse my cheeks. I couldn't help feeling like an errant child who'd caused the adults

VARULThe quill was heavy in my hand, the wet black ink leaving dark, jagged initials across the bottom of another trade shipment manifest.I dipped the feather back into the well, my knuckles already stiff from hours of mind-numbing paperwork. Wall. Timber, iron rivets, extra grain stores, and heavy canvas for the builders working at Linewatch.The rebuilding was coming along. Weeks after the wall collapsed, there still hadn't been a single report of another attack from the blue creatures. No strange tracks in the snow.So far, everything was peaceful—even after the little hiccup that was Lord Halvar’s sudden death.I leaned back in the carved oak chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I stared at the stack of parchment waiting on my desk. The council had unanimously marked his death as collateral. The death of an Alpha during a primal ritual like the High Hunt was hardly uncommon. When the blood moon rose, everyone became feral. Beasts took over and blood was spilled in the dark. I

SIGRUN The angle was lethal. Every thrust hit a deep, sensitive node inside me that made my vision blur with stars. I bit my lip even harder to stop myself from making a sound. My slick core was trembling, contracting wildly around his shaft, hovering right on the precipice of a mind-shattering orgasm. I was desperate. I twisted my hips slightly, trying to chase the friction, trying to push myself over the edge. "Don't you dare," Varul growled into my ear, feeling my body fighting for release. He tightened his grip on my hair, holding me pinned in place while his hips slammed into me with relentless, rhythmic power. "Hold it for me, Sigrun." Tears of pure, unbearable pleasure gathered in the corners of my eyes. I gripped my own bound fingers behind my back, praying to survive the sheer intensity of his punishment. He was relentless, a man possessed, his heavy chest heaving against my back, his dark growls vibrating against my spine as he took his fill of me. My body was

PRINCESS SIGRUN OF WINDSMOOR [Brooklyn. The morning after the swap] I woke up to a cacophonous nightmare. A high-pitched, screeching howl that sounded like a dying beast. There was a loud deafening HONK that rattled me so much I threw myself from the bed and onto the floor for cover. An angry man’s voice yelled from faraway, “Ay, fuck you, jackass! Watch how you drive, shithead!” I remained where I was on the floor for a few more moments, my arms covering my head, and my heart slamming violently against my ribs. Slowly, I raised my head and my eyes darted frantically around the room. Everything looked so different. And the noise, dear gods! Constant, chaotic, overwhelming noise that seemed to be coming from somewhere outside the window that was strangely so close to the narrow bed I’d thrown myself down from. A low, vibrating hum rattled through the floorboards—coming from a giant white box in the corner—while the ceiling above me creaked under the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of so