《The Alpha's Plump Mistake》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Lawrence's POVThe envoy’s threat hung in the freezing courtyard air like a frost‑bitten curse. My generals tightened their grips on their spear shafts, and the silence that followed the blockade announcement grew so thick that the crunch of snow beneath my boots sounded like a gunshot. I felt my inner wolf clawing at the edges of my restraint; the urge to strike down the white‑robed bureaucrat right then almost tore me loose into berserker rage—until Maya’s warm, firm hand settled on my forearm, holding me back.“Do not give him the satisfaction of seeing your patience snap, Lawrence,” my luna whispered through our mystical bond, and the golden glow on her neck steadied me with the resolve of a King. “The cowards of the capital always strike at bellies when they cannot break chests.”“Kael,” I commanded, my baritone dropping so cold the envoy’s smile died instantly. “Drag this trash to the isolation cells. If a single pup shivers for want of warmth, he will be the first to feed the m

Lawrence’s POVKael’s announcement struck the tactical table like a blessed ice dagger. My left hand closed instantly around the hilt of my dark steel sword, and our equal bond sent a jolt of pure territorial suspicion surging through me, flooding my irises with liquid silver. A Council defector? The very moment Ethan had finished confessing the Grand Temple was a runic vaporization trap? The timing stank of psychological infiltration straight from the capital.“An unescorted carriage with a single passenger?” I hissed, my baritone dropping to that rough, crushing tone of my beast that made Kael take a sharp step back. “The Tribunal does not hand its access seals to traitors, Commander. Bring this herald here in black iron chains, to the throne room at once. If he makes one false move, I will strike his head off before he even greets the court.”“Wait, Lawrence!” Maya stepped forward. Her full curves, wrapped once more in dark imperial silks, pressed against my side, and the golden my

Maya’s POVThe searing heat of sacred fire spreading across the cavern walls instantly burned the dampness from the black stone. The High Priest’s golden and violet flames slithered through the underpass cracks like sulfur serpents, seeking to choke our lungs and unravel our over‑mark’s power before we could even lift a single weapon. My chest burned for air—but Lawrence’s magnetic warmth at my side kept my she‑wolf’s strength unbroken.“Did you think a cave of runic pitch would hold back the Empress of the North, old man?” I hissed, stepping forward to stand at the cavern’s center. The gold‑and‑silver crown on my neck blazed with flawless radiance, halting the fire’s advance barely ten feet from my boots.The High Priest tightened his grip on his purification staff, shock warping his aristocratic features as he watched my silver light beat back the capital’s sacred magic.“She is an abomination of the border!” he roared to his lieutenants. “Strike down the Supreme Alpha! If Lawrence’

Maya's POVThe air inside the sanctuary carried no stench of stale pitch or battle smoke. It smelled of ancient myrrh, molten metal, and a mystical presence so overwhelming the white marble floor seemed to thrum beneath my boots. The figure on the dais wore the imperial robes of the old dynasty, woven with gold threads that caught the violet torchlight. The weight of his aura settled over the nave like a slab of granite, forcing the vanguard betas to grit their teeth against the divine pressure.Lawrence stepped forward, placing his massive frame between the throne and me. His dark steel sword hummed with a sharp iron resonance that cut through the altar’s mist.“You were meant to have fallen during the Great Pit Purge, Emperor Jeon,” Lawrence’s voice boomed off the marble columns—cold, sharp with a military venom he had not spoken in ten years. “Your Council used your absence to hunt the border and turn this realm into a slaughterhouse for its own people.”The aged sovereign lifted h

Lawrence's POVThe scent of pitch and sulfur from the sanctuary was swept away the instant we stepped into Blood Moon’s great courtyard. The northern wind carried no ordinary frost; it brought the thick, acrid, stale stench of a lawless pack of wild wolves. My Alpha fangs lengthened at once, pricking my lower lip as my inner beast’s roar thundered in my chest, a territorial fury that threatened to shatter my human restraint.Maya walked at my side, pressed tight to my flank. Her cinnamon hand was laced through mine, and the gold‑and‑silver crown on her neck pulsed in a steady rhythm that set my pulse racing.In the center of the yard, blocking the path to the throne dais, stood a force of fifty highland Lycans. They wore flayed bear pelts and crude iron armor stained with mystical blood. At their head loomed a man of staggering size, scarred from head to toe by claw marks, his yellow eyes burning with the hunger of an outcast Alpha.It was Draven, the former Alpha of the northern wild