บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Plump Mistake: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Maya’s POV The cold of the night struck my face like a slap of reality the moment I crossed the fortress’s iron fence. I carried no luggage, no extra clothes, not even a single piece of bread for the journey. The only thing protecting my body from the storm that had just broken loose was an old, worn wool cloak and, hidden beneath my blouse, the silver medallion that had belonged to my mother before my parents disappeared at the border. My worn boots sank into the soft snow with a dull crunch. Every step demanded twice the effort because of the weight of my thighs and wide hips, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins was stronger than my physical exhaustion. The broken bond in my chest no longer bled; now it was a numb black hole. Hunter believed I would freeze to death in the sacred forest, that I would collapse after only a few miles and come crawling back on my knees to become his doormat. He was wrong. I would rather let wild wolves devour my flesh than endure Chloe’s humil

Maya’s POV The cold from the stone seeped through the thin wool of my worn cloak, but the real hell was inside me. The fever burned my throat, turning every breath into a trail of fire scraping against my lungs. I had no idea how many hours had passed since the military carriage stopped and Lawrence’s guards dragged me down the stairs, straight into the basement of Blood Moon’s military wing. They hadn’t given me a guest room; they had thrown me into a confinement cell, a dark dungeon with nothing but a narrow slit high in the wall where the gray morning light filtered through and a damp straw mattress in the corner. I wrapped my arms around myself, drawing my thick thighs against my chest as I shivered violently in the middle of the darkness. Any other she-wolf would have died after spending a night unprotected in the blizzard. Yet deep inside my abdomen, that strange silver pulse continued beating with a slow, steady rhythm. My mystical wolf, the one that had only just begun to awa

Maya's POV The silence that settled over the office after the messenger’s expulsion was so thick I could almost touch it. Smoke from the burned scroll drifted through the air, slowly dissipating toward the dark wooden beams of the ceiling, leaving behind the scent of ashes mixed with Lawrence’s aroma of pine and tobacco. I remained standing in the same spot, my hands hidden beneath the heavy gray cloak, clenching my fists to keep the trembling in my fingers from betraying the weakness the fever still inflicted on my body. Lawrence didn’t move immediately. He remained behind the colossal dark wooden desk, his gray eyes fixed on the ashes that were finishing their slow burn across its surface. His face was a mask carved from stone, unreadable, but the rigidity of his broad shoulders revealed that his inner wolf was still stirred by the confrontation. At last, he shifted his gaze toward me, sweeping over my curves, pausing for a second at the curve of my hips before rising to meet my da

Maya's POV The heat radiating from Lawrence’s body was a force of nature, a shield of flesh and scars that stole the air from my lungs. His bloodstained hands were braced on either side of my head, trapping me against the dark wooden base of his desk, while his silver gaze dropped to my lips with an intensity that made my lower abdomen tremble. The mystical bond, that golden burn that had just awakened between our palms, roared with the force of a dormant volcano. I could feel the frantic pulse of his Lycan wolf pounding against my own chest, demanding that he mark me, that he make me his right there, on the rug stained with the traitors’ blood. I held his gaze, my breathing ragged and my heart racing. For a millisecond, the weakness from the fever and the primitive desire tempted me to close the distance, to press my lips against his and drive away the cold that had seeped into my bones. However, just as the brush of his warm breath became unbearable, Lawrence’s jaw tightened so ha

Maya's POV The crystal sphere exploded, jolting me awake and shattering the dense fog of fever that still clouded my senses. A sharp, deafening buzz filled the room, accompanied by a blast of icy wind pouring in through the balcony. I pushed myself upright on the gray silk sheets, struggling to breathe, and the first thing my eyes found in the darkness was Lawrence. The Lycan King moved like a demon born from the shadows. “Get back, scum!” Lawrence roared. Before the dark energy from the sphere the assassin was holding could spread through the bedroom, Lawrence closed the distance with an inhuman leap. The blade of his short dagger flashed beneath the candlelight before plunging straight into the intruder’s forearm. “You damned monster!” the assassin shouted, dropping the sphere as a spray of black blood splattered across the carpet. The sphere hit the floor and cracked open. Thick gray smoke began pouring from the fractures, burning the wood with a foul hiss that made me cough v