All Chapters of EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAPHNEThe door to the room slammed shut behind us, completely cutting off the deafening roar of the freezing storm outside.Malakai did not carry me to his bed chambers, nor did he make it past the main strategy table. He turned on his heel and set my rear firmly onto the dark wood, stepping straight between my spread thighs before my feet could even touch the stone floor. Water from the downpour pooled instantly beneath us, soaking into the dark grain of the timber, but neither of us cared. His bare skin was scorching hot against mine, radiating a suffocating heat that made the freezing rain on my dress turn to steam.Right across his broad chest, thick black veins were bulging violently through his skin, crawling up his neck like dark spiderwebs. The Lycan curse was taking over his body. The freezing temperature outside had snapped his fragile mental restraint, forcing the dark rot in his bloodstream to push straight toward his heart."It is spreading fast," I whispered, my voice t

DAPHNEFour wooden trunks sat in the middle of the room, their iron locks smashed. Spilled across the dark stone tables and the foot of my bed were dozens of dresses. Red silk, black velvet, and heavy gold thread.Malakai sat in a leather chair in the corner of the room. He held a glass of dark liquor in his left hand, his chest bare, his low black trousers unbuttoned at the top.He hadn't spoken in twenty minutes. He just watched me try on dress after dress."I have border schedules to review with Torin," I said, pulling at the sleeve of a purple dress that clung tight to my thighs. "Not this.""Torin can wait," Malakai said, his voice flat and low. "Take that one off. The purple is too quiet.""You smashed three merchant trunks for red silk, Malakai?" I asked."I took what I wanted from men who were passing through my land," he said, taking a drink from his glass. His eyes stayed on my body, tracing the tight line across my waist. "Drop the purple."I reached behind my back, unzippe

DAPHNEDeep beneath the keep, far below the cold draft of the stone corridors and the noise of the council halls, the thermal spring pool pooled inside a natural cavern. Heavy, thick steam hung in the air, clinging to the rough rock walls and obscuring the far corners of the cavern in a dense white mist.I had spent eight straight hours running the border firewalls with the vanguard mages, channeling raw heat into the outer boundary stones until my palms were raw and my muscles burned with fatigue. My clothes were heavy with sweat and ash, my skin slick with dirt from the mountain pass.I sat near the shallow ledge of the stone pool, submerged up to my collarbones in the boiling, mineral-rich water.The heat was brutal, soaking straight through my skin and loosening the tight, agonizing knots in my shoulders and lower back. I leaned my head back against the smooth granite lip of the pool, letting my eyes drop shut. My long blonde hair floated around me in heavy, wet coils, completely

MALAKAII sat at the dark wooden desk in my private study, checking the guard logs from Vault 4.The three corporate supply trains Daphne had redirected from Tristan were parked in the lower depot. My men were unloading ten cars of grain, five cars of medical kits, and eight cars of refined steel. Daphne’s code had stripped Tristan clean, and he was still sitting down south, looking for a traitor in his own guard.The heavy wooden door opened without a knock.Torin walked in, holding a polished rosewood box tied with a bright red silk bow."A courier brought this to the main gates ten minutes ago," Torin said, placing the box on my desk. "It came from Alpha Cassian."Cassian was the richest Alpha in the central province. He owned silver mines, controlled the primary trade roads, and thought his wealth gave him power everywhere he went."Why is Cassian sending boxes here?" I asked."It is addressed directly to Daphne," Torin said. "The courier said Cassian wanted her to open it persona

DAPHNEThe secure terminal on the wooden nightstand chimed three times.It was two in the morning. Outside the stone window, the mountain wind blew hard against the dark glass. Inside the bedroom, two iron torches burned on the wall, throwing warm light over the heavy furs on the large bed.I sat on the edge of the mattress, wearing a black silk shift that stopped at my mid-thigh. The black silk collar rested tight around my throat, and the smooth obsidian stone pressed flat against my skin.Malakai sat right behind me on the bed. His chest was bare, his skin warm, and his dark hair fell loose over his broad shoulders. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest. His hand rested on my stomach, his large fingers pressing into my skin through the thin silk."You are thinking about the numbers again," Malakai said into my ear. His voice was low and rough."I am waiting for the system report," I said, turning my head to look at him. "The southern supply dep