Semua Bab EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Bab 41 - Bab 50

DAPHNEThe sound of Malakai’s heavy feets faded down the winding stone staircase, leaving the tower landing in dead silence.I didn't waste a single second standing around in the dark.I set the leather ledger flat on the wooden vanity table, grabbed the small brass hairpin tucked behind my ear, and walked straight over to the locked oak door.My inner wolf paced beneath my skin, her sharp fangs bared, ready to fight. I pressed my ear against the cold wood and listened hard. The four guards Malakai had posted on the landing were breathing heavy, their armor clanking softly every time they shifted their weight from one foot to the other."She told the Alpha about the ink," one guard whispered, his voice low and scratchy. "If she's right about Soren, Garrok is going to lose his mind.""Keep your mouth shut and watch the stairs," the second guard barked. "Alpha said no one comes up, and no one goes down."I ignored them and focused on the keyhole in front of my face.The lock was reinfor

The double oak doors slammed shut behind Daphne, leaving the grand hall in dead, suffocating silence.The heavy iron sconces flickered against the cold stone walls, casting long, jagged shadows over eighty war captains, three pack elders, and the weeping male curled on the flagstones at my feet.Every single eyes in the room was fixed on me. They were waiting to see what the Alpha of the Northern Pack would do now that his whole house had been proven a lie.My chest heaved under my heavy leather breastplate. My inner wolf was clawing at my ribs, howling in total agony over the female who had just walked away from me, but the rage in my blood was turning into something cold, sharp, and lethal.I looked down at Soren.The male who had sat at my council table for three years. The male who had eaten my meat, taken my coin, and shared my fires. The male who had taken Isolde’s southern night-shade ink, forged my female's handwriting, and turned my own paranoid jealousy into a weapon against

DAPHNE Malakai didn't say anything right away. He stood inside the doorway, unbuckling his black iron shoulder guards and letting them drop onto the floorboards with a heavy thud. Next came his leather riding coat, covered in dried mud and rain from the southern river pass. He tossed it into the corner near the wall.He had ridden back from the river crossing at midnight with Tristan’s signet ring in his hand. He had handed the victory to Vance and the war captains in the courtyard, but he didn't stay down there to drink ale or celebrate with the men. He didn't even stop to wash the road dirt off his arms.He came straight up the stone stairs to my bedchamber.I sat on the edge of the large wooden bed, wearing only a thin white silk shift. My hair hung down over my shoulders in long waves, and my arms were folded tightly across my chest. I watched every single move he made in the dim orange light of the fire."You brought the southern ring to the elders," I said, my voice dry and fla

DAPHNEThe hot logs in the fire were dying down to soft purple embers. The large bedchamber was mostly dark now. Outside, the cold mountain wind slammed against the glass windows, but inside, the air was warm, thick, and heavy with the smell of sweat and heat.Malakai stayed inside my body. He lay flat on his back in the middle of the big wooden bed, his long legs spread wide, his broad chest rising and falling fast. I lay on top of him, my chest pressed against his thick body and my thighs wrapped around his hips. His big, rough hands held my waist softly, his thumbs rubbing the curve of my skin in the dark room. His cock was still buried deep inside my cunt, semi-hard, twitching every time I shifted. I could feel his seed still leaking out of me, hot and thick, dripping down onto his thighs.He was still semi-hard inside me. Every time I took a breath, my body moved over his length, sending a quiet spark of heat straight through my stomach. I could feel his cock pulse inside me, fee

DAPHNEThe digital map projected across the command truck screens glowed in sharp neon green. Outside the armored vehicle, night had settled heavy over the valley. Rain tapped steadily against the steel roof. Engine exhaust from forty northern combat trucks drifted up into the dark trees.Malakai stood right behind my shoulder. His bare hand rested flat on the back of my leather swivel chair. The heat from his body washed over my back, thick with the scent of pine and heavy wolf energy. After two days in my bed, his dark eyes were clear again. His mind was sharp, focused, and completely tuned to mine. He wore black tactical gear, Kevlar body armor, and heavy iron arm guards stamped with the Northern crest."The main road is a death trap," Malakai said, his low voice vibrating in my ear. He pointed a broad finger at the glowing digital map. "Tristan set up heavy machine gun nests along the gorge road. He has iron mine explosives wired every fifty feet.""I know," I said, leaning closer