All Chapters of The Alpha's Plump Mistake: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lawrence’s POVThe stench of stale lavender and hothouse lilies flooded the throne room before the heavy oak doors had even finished opening. It was not the clean scent of frozen northern pine, nor the fragrance of sweet honey and mystical milk that rose from my mate’s cinnamon skin. It was the artificial perfume of the southern high nobility—rot designed to hide the weakness of their bloodlines.At my side, upon her twin throne of marble and steel, Maya sat with the majesty of a war goddess. Her imperial gown of emerald silk fell elegantly over the fullness of her robust curves, proudly marking the soft promise of the womb where our twins had begun to take root. The gold‑and‑silver crown on her neck blazed with a steady, unyielding radiance that made perfectly clear who ruled Blood Moon.I slid my great hand along the oak armrest, curling my long fingers around the curve of her wide hip in a possessive, heavy, undeniable grip for the whole court to see. My Alpha fangs grazed roughly

Maya’s POVThe silence in the great hall was so thick you could cut it with a saber’s edge. Down below on the cold stone, Duchess Rosamund and her six noble maidens knelt with their foreheads pressed to the red carpet, trembling uncontrollably beneath the weight of my Commanding Voice of the Luna Real. The stale lavender scent they’d brought from the South had vanished completely, swept away by the mix of bronze, bitter pine, and sweet honey radiating from my body.At my side, Lawrence’s presence filled the entire dais like a massive shadow. My Alpha breathed slowly, as if holding back a storm; his claws were half‑extended, and his gray eyes had turned to liquid silver—that wolf’s gaze where there was no thought left, only raw need to protect.I ran my hand gently over my belly, feeling the warm, subtle shift of the twins, then rested my palm on his tense arm. The touch seemed to bring him a little calm. He let out a low, deep, utterly possessive growl and pulled me tight against his

Lawrence’s POVThe bronze tube crumpling in my fist echoed like a gunshot through the great hall gallery. The acrid fumes still rising from Duke Gerald’s bloodstains on the stone floor mingled with the heat of the braziers, yet the air turned instantly thick, cold, and heavy.The Sunset Pack.These were no common wolves of the northern cold, nor weak nobles playing at poisons and servants in court corridors. They were the warrior clans of the deep southern wastes—red‑furred werewolves bred on runic fire, damascus steel, and relentless wars of expansion. Three divisions of their finest enforcers pushing toward the border marches meant only one thing: they believed the imperial twins’ gestation had made us vulnerable.“Let them march,” my baritone dropped so deep, guttural, and charged with berserker resolve that the officers around me felt a physical prickle up their necks. “If those desert dogs want a taste of northern blood, I will serve their own heads on iron spears all along the b

Maya's POVThe Shadow Eaters’ shriek crashed against the canyon’s basalt walls with a sickening vibration, as if the very rock itself were rotting beneath their presence. The static of stale sulfur and corrupt magic tried to choke the air of the pass, heavy and suffocating—but the power burning in my veins, the strength I shared with the two heirs growing inside me, was infinitely greater than any ancient desert spell.I lifted both hands toward the ashen moon hanging over the gorge, letting energy surge from the very core of my being. The gold‑and‑silver crown at my neck did not merely glow: it erupted in a symmetrical tide of pure sun‑gold and liquid silver, spreading in a thermal shockwave across the entire canyon mouth, sweeping away the stench of decay like a cleansing storm. The blessed radiance of my twins lit the red rock walls so bright it felt as if high noon had fallen into the gorge in the dead of night.The effect on the beasts was immediate and brutal. The Shadow Eaters

Maya's POVThe floor of Vulture’s Gorge throbbed beneath my boots with a thick, bitter, sickening hum. The scent of fresh blood and sulfur drifting from the plateau where Lawrence had just slaughtered Malik was swept away by a cold, foul purple vapor billowing straight up through cracks in the red rock.Around me, the warriors of the Guard of the Luna cried out in alarm, raising their shields to form an impenetrable military wall around my position.“Empress!” Commander Valia shouted, stepping back two paces as the runes on her spear sparked with instability. “It is a Shadow‑Binding current! It comes from the desert’s underground altar!”I felt the dark magic’s sting trying to seep through the pores of my cinnamon skin. It was a parasitic, ancient, twisted force sent by the Sunset Shaman with one purpose: to strangle the thermal flow feeding my womb. They meant to snuff out the Luna Real’s light from within, freezing the dynasty’s blood before my pups could draw their first breath.A