Todos los capítulos de EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

DaphneThe early morning light was cold and gray as it filtered through the high arched windows of the stone corridor.I had not slept a single minute all night. I sat in my quiet room, listening to the heavy silence of the keep after the terrible disaster in the ballroom. The memory of Malakai collapsing on the cold marble floor, his black veins pulsing as he convulsed, kept repeating in my head. My wolf was deeply hurt and angry, but the permanent mark on my neck still throbbed with a strange, heavy ache that made it impossible to rest.I needed to see him one last time. I needed to know if he was even alive, or if the dark blood curse had finally destroyed his mind completely.I pulled my long dark cloak over my shoulders, tying the thick cord at my throat. My leather boots made soft, quiet sounds against the flagstones as I walked down the grand hallway toward the master suite. The keep was dead silent. The morning guards were standing far down the hall, keeping their distance fro

DaphneThe west wing of the keep was quiet, dark, and far away from the master suite.I stood in the middle of the small guest room, dropping my heavy leather pack onto the wooden floorboards. The room had a narrow bed, a simple wooden table, a small fireplace, and a stone balcony that looked out over the deep valley below. It was plain, but it was clean. Most importantly, it did not smell like cedar, rain, or the female currently wearing my husband’s clothes.I walked over to the narrow bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress.My whole body was shaking. My silver eyes stared blankly at the empty stone hearth, but I refused to cry. The permanent mark on my neck was quiet now, throbbing with a dull, dead static that felt like frozen iron under my skin. The mate bond was totally numb.A soft, polite knock sounded at the heavy wooden door."Daphne?" a deep, smooth voice called out from the hallway. "It is Gideon."I wiped my face with the back of my hand, taking a long, deep breath

DAPHNESThe morning sun rose slowly over the high stone mountains, casting a pale, cold, gray light across the smooth wooden floor of the west wing guest room.I sat alone on the edge of the narrow bed, wrapped tightly in a thick wool blanket to keep out the morning draft. The room was dead quiet, far away from the ruined private study where the black wolf had spent the midnight hours tearing wood and stone apart. I had heard the distant, muffled roars echoing through the thick stone walls of the keep last night. I had felt the violent, trembling vibrations shaking the foundations of the building as his beast raged in the dark, but I had stayed right here in the dark sanctuary of the west wing, staring at the empty stone hearth and refusing to move an inch.Gideon had stayed with me for hours during the worst of it. He had sat quietly on the floorboards beside the bed, holding my hand with a steady, warm grip until the roars finally stopped and the keep fell into a heavy, exhausted si

DaphneThe stinging heat from my broad hand was still burning on my skin as Valerie cowered against the stone wall. She clutched her swollen, bright red cheek with her thin fingers, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of dark shock and absolute fury.I stood over her, my chest heaving, my shoulders broad and straight. I did not regret the slap for a single second. I was done taking her venomous insults. I was done letting her dissect my body and my worth with her disgusting lies."Daphne!" a harsh, ragged roar shattered the silence of the corridor.Before I could even process the sound of heavy boots slamming hard against the flagstones, a massive, muscular body charged through the stone archway.Malakai appeared like a dark storm, his bloodshot golden eyes wild with unhinged rage. He didn't ask what happened. He didn't look at the cruel, malicious smirk that had just vanished from Valerie’s face. He only saw his former lover sitting on the cold floor and my strong hand raised above her

DaphneI walked down the main stone steps of the pack house, my heavy leather traveling pack slung securely over my broad shoulders. My hands were entirely empty. My ring finger felt strange, light, and bare in the sharp chill. The heavy silver signet ring was sitting alone on the center of Malakai’s desk. Every single official link tying my soul to his title, his room, and his life was completely broken.I had gone back to the west wing guest room, picked up the bag I packed earlier, and walked straight toward the front doors.As I crossed the wide gravel courtyard, the guards standing post near the entrance gate lowered their heads immediately. They did not try to stop me. They did not call out for the Alpha. They looked at my face, saw the exhaustion and the cold sadness in my silver eyes, and stepped back into the shadows. Word of what happened in the administrative wing was already spreading through the staff like wildfire. The pack knew the Luna had left her post.I reached the