All Chapters of EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MALAKAIThe rain had stopped, but the cold night air was still wet and heavy. Bright white floodlights from our northern trucks lit up the entire courtyard of the southern keep.Hundreds of southern pack members stood around the gravel yard. They were silent, watching every breath I took. They were cold, tired, and hungry. They wanted to see what would happen to the male who had ruined their pack.In the middle of the wet dirt, Tristan sat on his knees. His hands were tied behind his back with thick plastic straps. His expensive black suit was covered in mud. His golden hair hung in wet strips over his face.I walked out of the main house with slow, heavy steps. Daphne walked right beside me in her black combat clothes, her twin pistols tucked into her thigh holsters. Her long dark hair blew across her face in the wind.Every male in the yard looked at us. They saw their new Queen walking next to the northern Alpha.I stopped ten feet from Tristan. My chest was filled with a hot, burn

DAPHNEThe morning sun was just starting to rise over the mountain trees,Down in the main courtyard, the northern pack guards were already hard at work clearing the debris from last night’s confrontation. They were stacking up the surrendered weapons, opening the frozen storehouses, and handing out hot soup and warm bread to the hungry southern families who had gathered at the gates. Vance was leading a small squad of heavy pack guards near the eastern archway, repairing the main power lines that had been cut during the assault. Everything felt calm, quiet, and settled. We had won the war. Tristan was locked in iron chains, Isolde was stripped of her rank, and the South was finally ours.I stood on the high stone balcony on the top floor of the main house, breathing in the crisp morning air. The wind carried the scent of pine needles and damp earth.Malakai walked out from the study behind me, his heavy combat boots making low, solid sounds against the stone floor. He had taken off h

MALAKAI“Daphne of the South!" his magic-boosted voice boomed through the open air. "You can hide behind your savage Alpha for ten more minutes! But every minute you delay, I will execute five of your northern pack guards in this yard!"My blood ran cold.I looked down over the balcony edge. Two white-armored guards grabbed Vance by his arms, forcing him down onto his knees in the wet gravel. The Enforcer placed the tip of his glowing spear right against Vance's throat.Vance spat blood onto the wet dirt and looked straight up at our balcony."Don't do it, Alpha!" Vance roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "Don't give her up! Fight them!"The pale Enforcer smiled his thin, evil smile. He pressed the silver spear a little deeper into Vance's skin. A drop of red blood trickled down Vance's neck."The clock is ticking, Moon-Witch," the Enforcer called up. "Come down in chains, or your pack bleeds out on your own stone."Daphne stepped up right beside me

DAPHNEThe air inside the high tower of the Imperial Capital tasted like old dust, expensive incense, and heavy iron.Through the tall arched window of my cell, the city stretched out forever into the grey mountain fog. Giant black stone towers reached up like broken claws, connected by wide suspension bridges where white-armored Enforcers patrolled day and night. Down below, the streets were lined with golden banners, but the common wolves walked with their heads down, terrified of the magic searchlights sweeping across the cobblestones.My wrists were raw and bloody under the heavy magic cuffs. Every time I tried to reach across our mate bond to touch Malakai’s mind, the cold iron zapped my skin, sending a wave of nausea straight through my throat. But I didn't need the bond to know he was coming. I could feel the low, steady vibration deep in my bones—a massive storm moving fast from the northern ridge.The heavy oak doors of the chamber groaned open, their iron hinges screeching a

DAPHNEThe stone floor was hard and cold under my knees. I sat in the dark cell and rested my back against the wall. The air in the cellar felt thick and damp. It smelled like rusty iron and old water.I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The boots hit the stone with heavy, slow thuds. The sound was different from Julian’s light steps. This person walked like he owned the whole keep.The two guards outside my cell door stood up straight. I heard their guns scrape against their thick leather coats."Get out," a harsh voice ordered."Elder Vane," one guard said, bowing his head. "Lord Julian told us—""I do not care what Julian told you," Elder Vane snapped. His voice was thick and raspy like dry sand. "I run this Council. Leave the keys on the hook and go to the courtyard. Do not come back down until the sun comes up."The guards did not say another word. Their boots shuffled fast on the stone as they ran up the stairs. The heavy door at the top slammed shut.A shadow moved across