All Chapters of The Alpha's Plump Mistake: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Maya’s POVThe glacial wind sweeping down from the peaks carried the stench of old blood, frozen flesh, and the stale power of an age that should have remained buried in the mountains. The Pureblood Howlers’ crimson eyes gleamed along the wall’s crest like live coals amid the blizzard, defying my fortress’s light.In my arms, the Alpha boy and the little Luna Real did not weep. My neck’s over‑mark blazed in a halo of gold and silver, wrapping both newborns in an impenetrable thermal dome. Deep within the womb, my firstborn answered the Ice Peaks’ howl with a low, rumbling growl in his tiny throat, making his gray eyes flash with steely fire.He carried the primal lineage in his veins. That was why they wanted him.“Valia, hold the Guard of the Luna Real in tight formation around the dais,” I commanded with the Commanding Voice of the Luna Real—a divine frequency that steadied the soldiers’ panic in the courtyard. “No one moves from their post without my signal.”“At your command, Empr

Maya’s POVThe crack of crimson light traced by the Ancient Lycan King’s staff slithered across the frozen courtyard stones like a viper of mystical fire. The air within the parade ground grew unbearably heavy, weighed down by such ancient gravitational force that dozens of our younger soldiers collapsed to their knees in the snow, fighting for every breath.The Ancient Line’s pack advanced behind their King with the dull crunch of thousands of claws upon the ice. Colossal shadows of burning crimson eyes encircled the fortress perimeter, poised to devour the castle of Blood Moon.Amidst the terror, the Alpha boy and the little Luna Real lay in my arms without shedding a single tear. The warmth of my womb and the resonance of my over‑mark kept them shielded at the very heart of my body’s cradle. The boy’s gray gaze, alight with steely resolve, seemed to defy the crimson tide that threatened his birthright.“Valia, wheel the Guard of the Luna Real to the cavalry’s flanks!” I commanded w

Maya’s POVThe wind carrying the scent of sea‑salt, ancient kelp, and abyssal water lashed the bedchamber’s linen curtains, coating the nest’s furs in a thin layer of sea‑frost. The ethereal figure hovering above the frozen brazier possessed no flesh‑and‑blood presence, but the mystical density of a primal deity summoned from the ocean depths by my daughter’s very first breath.Lawrence did not wait to grasp the spirit’s nature.His thirty‑foot frame of muscle and berserker fury placed itself between the astral projection and the bed, rising as an impenetrable wall of coiled flesh. His right hand’s black‑steel claws extended with a lethal snap, while the silver tide in his eyes scoured away every trace of human restraint.“Take one step toward my mate, and I shall tear that shadow from the air!” the Supreme Alpha thundered, the vibration of his baritone voice shaking the tower’s basalt masonry.“Sheathe your claws, Warrior of the North,” the apparition’s voice resonated within our min

Maya’S POVWalking upon the dry floor of the ocean, flanked by two monumental walls of saltwater rising a hundred feet high and held back by divine will alone, defied every sense of mortal reason. The seabed, carpeted in black sand, runic shells, and fossil coral, glowed with the violet light spilling from the Runic Sun upon my daughter’s back.At my side, Lawrence’s colossal frame strode forward like an iron titan. His massive arm curled around the fullness of my hip in a possessive, unyielding grip, while his free hand held our little son pressed to the broad, strength‑hardened wall of his bare chest. The silver tide in my King’s eyes scanned every black coral pillar of our path, ready to slaughter any threat that dared impede his pups’ baptism.“Keep the channel open, Maya,” Lawrence rumbled, his baritone voice resonating beneath the vault of water. “Should that ocean wall give way, I shall cleave the sea in two with my sword before I let a single drop touch my young.”“The waters

Maya’s POVThe shockwave unleashed when the Watcher’s Spire shattered slammed into the Sacred Coast with the force of a typhoon. Scorching wind, thick with steaming seawater and calcined rock dust, whipped the emerald banners of my cliffside command pavilion.That metallic voice—barking orders to seize me as if I were mere livestock—boomed across the bay. But far from cowering, it woke the Empress within me: the she‑wolf who had already united this continent through fire and will.At my feet, the one‑year‑old twins reacted to the threat before even the frontline soldiers could recover from the blast.Our little son set down his runic wooden sword. He stood with startling steadiness for one so small, his legs planted firm upon the promontory stone. His eyes flooded completely with liquid silver tide, and from his throat rose a low, guttural growl—so chillingly precise in its cadence it might have been Lawrence himself speaking. From his back, wings of silver light unfurled in a ten‑foo