Todos los capítulos de EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

DAPHNEThe air inside the Great Hall was heavy, freezing, and dead quiet.I sat near the middle of the long oak war table, my hands folded tightly together in my lap. The dark blue dress I wore felt way too tight across my full chest and thick hips. Every small breath I took made the fresh mark on the side of my neck ache with a dull, burning fire.Down at the head of the long table sat Malakai. He looked like a man who had been hit by lightning. His big golden wolf eyes were wide, completely frozen, staring at the female seated right next to him.Valerie sat wrapped in a heavy fur blanket that Malakai had put over her thin shoulders himself. Her tiny, pale hands trembled as she held a hot cup of tea. She looked so small sitting in the tall wooden chair, her narrow body almost completely hidden by the thick blanket.The elders and the keep guards stood around the walls in quiet, nervous groups. No one was speaking out loud. Everyone was still in total shock because the female everyone

MalakaiThe moment I laid Valerie down onto the soft master bed, the fever hit me.It started as a dull, sickening throb right behind my eyes, then exploded into a blinding wave of black heat that tore straight through my blood vessels. I stumbled backward away from the bed, my knees buckling as my vision swam with thick patches of dark crimson.A sharp, violent agony ripped through my chest. The ancient Lycan Blood Curse—the dark, cursed blood of my ancestors that had slept inside my veins for three years—had finally awakened.I looked down at my hands in the dim candlelight. Thick black veins were rapidly spreading across the back of my palms, creeping up my broad forearms like spiderwebs of dark poison. My skin burned like it was being dipped into boiling iron.Inside my mind, my inner wolf let out a wild, feral roar that shattered my control. The stress, the guilt, the sheer chaotic overload of the last twenty-four hours had snapped the thin chain holding my beast back. The curse

DAPHNEI stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of my bedroom, looking at my reflection.The sun was going down behind the mountains, filling the sky with soft purple and orange light. Downstairs, the servants were setting up the tables in the Great Hall for the evening pack dinner. Every single person in the keep was expected to be there, including me.A quiet knock sounded at my chamber door."Come in," I said softly, without turning around from the mirror.The wooden door swung open, and Valerie stepped inside.She wore a pale pink gown made of thin lace that hung perfectly on her narrow shoulders and delicate waist. She moved like a feather across the stone floor, her bright blue eyes shining with a fake, sweet smile as she walked toward me. She was holding a large silver box in her arms, tied with a long white silk ribbon."Good evening, Daphne," Valerie said, her voice high, light, and as sweet as honey. "I know we had a little bit of a rough start yesterday, so

DAPHNEThe pack library late at night was the only place in the keep where the suffocating air felt thin enough to breathe.It was a massive, two-story room filled with high wooden shelves, smelling of old parchment, leather bindings, and dried lavender. A single fire crackled quietly in the large stone hearth, casting long, dancing orange shadows across the tall windows.I stood near the warm hearth, staring down into the glowing embers. My leather traveling pack was hidden away in my bedroom closet, packed and ready, but my mind was still spinning in a chaotic storm of hurt, loneliness, and betrayal.She is strong enough to handle herself.Malakai’s words kept repeating in my head like a cruel drumbeat. Every time the sentence echoed in my mind, the permanent mark on my neck flared up with a dull, icy throb, reminding me that my marked mate viewed my heart as indestructible stone. I felt so painfully alone, adrift in a pack that looked at my full frame and saw a convenient, second-c

DAPHNEThe next evening, the energy inside the main keep was loud, bright, and buzzing with excitement.It was the night of the annual autumn pack gathering. The grand ballroom on the second floor had been cleaned from top to bottom. Massive iron chandeliers hung from the high stone ceiling, holding hundreds of thick beeswax candles that lit up the polished marble floor. High up in the wooden balcony, the pack musicians were tuning their instruments, letting soft violin notes drift down through the warm air.I stood in front of the tall vanity mirror in my private bedroom, looking at my reflection in the glass.I had decided I was done hiding in plain, dark clothes. I was done feeling small, ugly, and humiliated because of Valerie’s spiteful comments.I wore a fitted crimson dress that wrapped around my body like liquid silk. The dark red fabric clung tightly to my wide chest, hugged my soft waist, and flowed smoothly down over my thick, voluptuous hips. It showed off every single cur