《The Alpha's Plump Mistake》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Maya's POV The earth tremor shook the walls of the underground sanctuary, but the hell that burned between the arctic wolf pelts was far more devastating. Lawrence stopped a millimeter from my neck, his Lycan fangs brushing against the vein that throbbed violently in my throat. His baritone breath was a burning bellows that seared my cinnamon skin, and his massive, bare torso, glistening with sweat, trembled with the superhuman effort of restraining his beast. The mystical pulse of my mother’s medallion, activated by Ethan in the outer courtyard, distorted the frequency of the air, causing the runes on the ceiling to flicker with a threatening golden hue. “Damn it!” Lawrence roared, pulling his mouth away from my neck with a groan of pure animal frustration. His gray eyes were completely clouded, flooded with a sea of liquid silver that betrayed the lust and rage consuming him. “My brother is altering the mystical flow from the main altar! If I sink my fangs into you with this inter

Maya's POVThe northern wind turned absolute black when Ethan’s self-destruction rune split the stone altar in two. The reverse flames of the Tribunal licked at the edge of my arctic wolf pelt, oozing a cold and lethal energy that threatened to freeze my mystical core. I held my father’s weak body against my chest, the recovered silver medallion finally burning brightly between the fingers of my right hand, when Hunter’s frantic scream tore through the air just behind my back.“If you do not return with me, you will die here, outcast!” the former Alpha of Silver Moon shrieked, lunging at me with the sharp piece of stone in his left hand, his yellow eyes burning with the madness of jealousy.I could not turn around. I had no time to raise my silver light.But it was not needed.The air compressed with a dull crash, and Lawrence’s massive frame interposed itself between Hunter’s stone and my cinnamon skin. The King Lycan did not use his sword; he used his own body as a total human shiel

Lawrence’s POVThe great throne room was a cauldron of hostile murmurs and tempered steel. My bettas and the commanders of the three northern divisions crowded around the mystical map floating in the center of the dais, their faces worn with battle fatigue and fear coloring their auras. In the middle of the main passage, the Council messenger remained kneeling, the heavy black iron chains weighing on his shoulders, mystical blood dripping from his mouth straight onto the stone floor.“It is a mass execution, Supreme!” roared one of the western flank generals, slamming his fist onto the table. “If we march toward the southern border with our lines weakened, Ethan will activate the sacred fire in the outlying laboratories! Those pups are not to blame for the Tribunal’s war!”“Prudence, General!” Kael snapped, standing beside my throne with a pale face and his hand pressed against his blood-soaked bandages. “If we give in to Ethan’s blackmail and dissolve the mark, the North will lose th

Maya’s POVDescending through the ventilation ducts felt like entering the jaws of a beast made of metal and sulfur. We had left the storm of the southern border behind, but the air beneath the laboratories was suffocating, heavy with runic static that made the hair on my arms stand on end. Lawrence led the way, moving with feline agility uncharacteristic of his imposing military size, clearing a path through the tomb-like silence of the ducts until we reached the grate of the central chamber.As I looked down, bile rose to my throat.The underground space was a vast circular hall of black stone, lit by the dim glow of Council generators. In the center, arranged in a semicircle, stood the mystical crystal cages. Inside them, huddled on the cold floor, were the pups and refugees from my old lineage of the border. Their faces were gaunt and pale; copper tubes connected to the ceilings of the cells siphoned the threads of silver light from their dying cores to power the perimeter lights.

Maya's POVEthan’s voice dripped with aristocratic poison that seeped through the cracks in the black stone of the underground. He held his blessed spear with criminal elegance from the upper walkway, looking me up and down with a contempt that sought to reduce my dignity to that of a mere servant. I felt Lawrence’s massive hand grip my waist with rough, protective firmness; his bare torso, slick with sweat and enemy blood, vibrated with a contained roar that threatened to bring down the laboratory pillars.“Look at yourself, brother,” Ethan hissed, fixing his golden eyes on the Supreme Alpha. “You have surrendered the military glory of Blood Moon to a border servant. You destroyed your own divisions for a wolf with full curves who was nothing but a cleaner for Silver Moon. Do you really intend to let the dynasty fall because of her?”“She is the Empress of the North, Ethan,” Lawrence’s baritone cut through the air with the force of thunder, and the thread of liquid silver in his gray