All Chapters of EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DAPHNEI slipped out through a heavy oak side door into the freezing air of the garden corridor, desperate to escape the suffocating wall of body heat generated by five hundred angry males.The narrow stone walkway behind the pavilion was completely deserted, wrapped in tall evergreen hedges and heavy winter shadows.I leaned my spine back against the freezing masonry, resting the palms of my hands flat against the rough stone to ground myself.The icy mountain wind hit the bare skin of my chest and throat, cooling the hot, restless blood pulsing violently under my skin.My mind was a complete storm of raw frustration, still reeling from the intense, suffocating heat of standing next to Malakai in front of the entire continent.Every time his massive leather-gloved hand had pressed into the small of my back back in the hall, my inner wolf had practically clawed at my ribs to surrender to him.It was maddening how much control that Lycan King had over my body, even while my mind still

MALAKAI The suffocating, heat-drenched noise inside the main council hall was giving my wolf a splitting headache. Five hundred males posturing, pounding on oak tables, and screaming over border taxes had turned the air thick with sweat, ale, and cheap dominance. I did not give a damn about their treaties. My entire being was hyper-focused on one thing: finding my female before another Alpha dared to look at her bare skin.I left the northern table without a word, tracking Daphne’s distinct scent down the narrow stone corridor leading out to the garden. Her smell was everywhere, thick with crushed pine, sweet honey, and fresh rain. It pulled at my instincts like an iron chain, demanding that I keep her within my sight among these hungry wolves.I stopped in the deep shadow of the tall archway at the end of the hall, keeping my heavy boots dead silent on the stone floor.Then I heard Tristan's grating voice echoing off the garden walls."Daphne, please, look at me," Tristan pleaded,

MALAKAI My hips slammed into hers one last, punishing time, my body locking completely rigid as the white-hot finish ripped through my spine like a lightning strike. My cock swelled deep inside her, the head pressing hard against her cervix as thick, hot ropes of cum shot out of me, flooding her cunt, filling every inch of her tight, clenching walls. I could feel each pulse, each spasm, each hot wave of my release spilling into her, mixing with her slick, dripping out around my shaft and running down her thighs. Her inner walls clamped down around me, milking me, pulling every last drop from my balls as I emptied myself into her.I buried my face in the curve of her bare neck, my fangs scraping her hot skin as a low, guttural roar dragged out of my chest. The sound was raw, animalistic, vibrating through my throat and into her body, making her tremble beneath me. I could taste the salt of her sweat on my tongue, feel the frantic pulse of her blood against my lips, feel the way her wh

MALAKAIThe air in the grand hall of the Northern Keep was thick with the suffocating stench of wet fur, stale ale, and rising panic.I sat at the head of the long oak war table, my fingers digging into the carved armrests until the wood groaned beneath my weight. My head was pounding, a dark, heavy haze settling behind my eyes that had not lifted since we returned from the summit. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Daphne pressed against that stone pillar in the garden walkway. All I smelled was the sour, pathetic scent of Tristan’s mouth on her skin.She was sitting three seats down from me, her posture posture stiff, her dark crimson velvet gown standing out like a fresh wound against the pale stone walls of the hall. She hadn't spoken a word to me since we stepped out of the bed chamber this morning. She wouldn't even look at me. Her silence felt like a blade driven straight into my ribs, twisting with every breath I took."We need to address the border patrol rotations in

DaphneThe heavy iron gauntlets of the northern guards clamped over my upper arms, their thumbs digging hard into my skin through the velvet of my sleeves.The grand hall was an absolute war zone of noise. Elders shouted for my blood, war captains slammed their broadswords against wooden shields, and Soren knelt in the center of the flagstones, pretending to weep for his lost honorNone of it mattered. Thedeafening roar of the council faded into a dull, meaningless hum in my ears.My eyes were locked onto Malakai.He stood towering behind the shattered oak table, his broad chest heaving under his heavy leather armor, his red wolf eyes burning through the space between us like two dying coals. He looked at me like I was a monster. He looked at me like I was nothing more than a treacherous, lying parasite who had crawled into his keep to bleed him dry.For ten seconds, the cold terror that had gripped my spine vanished completely, replaced by a searing, white-hot wall of pure, unadulte