《The Alpha's Plump Mistake》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Maya's POVThe warmth of the black stone fireplace was nothing compared to the carnal wildfire that had ignited within the four walls of the royal chambers. The heavy iron bolt sliding shut had sealed us completely away from the empire, the betas, and the ashes of the southern border. Lawrence stood facing the door, his breathing loud and ragged like a wolf that had finally cornered its most coveted prey. His massive shoulders, dusted with soot and enemy blood, rose and fell with dangerous, unyielding tension.“I told you I wanted no healers in my bed, my Queen,” Lawrence rumbled, his baritone dropping so low, so thick with lust, it sent a molten shiver straight through my lower belly.“You are bleeding, Lawrence,” I replied, though my own voice came out hoarse, swallowed by the sexual tension hanging thick in the air.I shrugged off the heavy arctic wolf military cloak and let it fall to the wooden floor. I wore only the tattered remains of my combat suit, which barely covered my ful

Maya's POVThe military panic ringing in Kael’s voice from the other side of the heavy oak door sliced through the room’s thick, heady air—but my mind was still caught between the haze of pleasure and the shock of what had just happened atop the pelts. I pressed my right hand to the side of my cinnamon neck, feeling the wild, erratic thrum of both marks. The threads of mystical gold that had spread toward my collarbone still flickered beneath my skin, sending waves of warm, dense, perfectly balanced power coiling low in my belly.Lawrence knelt between my thighs, his massive chest heaving like a broken bellows. A streak of royal blood curved at the corner of his mouth as his alpha fangs slowly retracted, and his gray eyes fixed on the golden glow beneath my skin with a intensity that bordered on mystical devotion.“Damn it…” the Lycan King rumbled, his baritone dropping to a rough, thick whisper that brushed over my chest. “My beast tried to chain you to my throne, my moon—but your me

Lawrence's POVThe roll of war drums rising from the Valley of Bones pass shook the heavy windows of the command tower. At the center of the tactical room, the floating map flickered a violent crimson, marking the capital’s three legions of sacred riders as they fully encircled the North’s Iron Wall. Kael and the Second Division commanders shouted orders, tightening the bolts on the perimeter’s heavy crossbows, military tension hardening every line of their ash-streaked faces.I did not hear them.My gray eyes, flooded with smoldering liquid silver, were fixed on the woman standing on the far side of the oak table. Maya wore the Empress’s imperial silks; the dark fabric against her cinnamon skin and the fullness of her lush curves stoked a fire in me no capital army could ever hope to quench. The mystical gold threads winding down the side of her neck—the beautiful, symmetrical mark born of our union—pulsed with steady, unyielding defiance.“The Council’s legions are deploying sacred

Lawrence’s POVThe gold-and-silver shield Maya held over the castle blazed with the brilliance of a newborn star, beating back the Council’s rain of sacred fire. Through our equal bond, I felt every blow against the barrier as a physical strike to my own chest—but I also felt the brutal toll it was taking on my mate’s body. She was pushing her mystical strength to the very edge, pouring her own life force into shielding my army.That same connection let me sense the sudden shift in the runic currents above. No scream, no crash—just a spike of pure, primal terror that drove through my core like a shard of ice.I carved through two golden riders with a savage twist of my dark steel blade, taking one head and shattering the other’s shield. I snapped my gaze upward to the keep tower, blind to the carnage raging all around me in the courtyard.My breath caught dead in my throat.High on the balcony, the massive figure of the Council’s Supreme Commander—the sacred executioner in his polishe

Maya's POVThe searing warmth that had wrapped the arctic wolf furs through our night of healing clung to my cinnamon skin like a mystical shield. I rose from the great oak bed feeling renewed, a pure surge of power flowing straight from the symmetrical mark on my neck. When I looked in the great silver mirror of the royal chambers, I saw the perfect design forged by silver and gold: a runic crown that pulsed steadily, the final seal of my right to rule the North.Lawrence stood by the military wardrobe, fastening the clasps of his dark steel armor. At the sound of my steps, he turned slowly, his gray eyes flooding at once with that wild, unbridled liquid silver, devouring the fullness of my curves with a lazy, possessive hunger that made my pulse race.“You wear the pride of my line beautifully, my Queen,” Lawrence rumbled, his baritone thrumming with rough, protective strength as he walked to me, wrapping his huge hands around my waist and drawing my lush form tight to his hard, ten