Todos los capítulos de EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

MALAKAIThe rain slammed against the hotel room window, I sat on the edge of the low mattress in the dark. My large hands rested flat on my knees, my fingers twitching. My body felt tight, filled with a black, heavy rage that made the skin across my chest feel too small.We were sitting three miles from the Capital border line. We were stuck waiting in a cheap roadside hotel while the pack guards filled the war trucks with gas. I could not sit still. I had not slept a single minute in two full days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daphne locked in that stone basement cell in the Capital keep. I felt the faint, fragile thread of our mate bond pulling at my chest, calling to me across the dark mud hills.The heavy wooden door to my hotel room clicked open. Vance stepped inside, dripping rainwater onto the carpet from his black leather coat. He closed the door fast behind him and turned the lock key."I have something from the city," Vance said. His voice was low."What is it?" I aske

JULIANI stepped through the dark hallway of the keep. The stone floor was cold under my boots. I held a long iron knife in my right hand. The metal blade felt heavy and sharp against my palm.I stopped outside Elder Vane’s private bedroom door. I took a slow breath. I could hear his loud snoring from inside the room. He slept like a peaceful old man while he planned to kill Daphne at dawn.I pulled the small silver key from my pocket. I pushed it into the lock and turned it slowly. The lock made a soft click. I pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside.The room was warm. A fire burned low in the fireplace, throwing long red shadows over the stone walls. Elder Vane lay on his grand wooden bed under heavy velvet blankets. His mouth was open. His thin gray hair was messy on his white pillow.I closed the door behind me. I did not make a sound. I walked across the rug until I stood right next to his bed.I looked down at his old face. He had ruled the pack for thirty years. H

DAPHNEThe air inside the Council room Three old men sat behind the table. They wore heavy red silk robes with thick gold embroidery. They were the last remaining Elders of the Council. Elder Marcus sat in the middle seat, resting his thin, spotty hands on the table. He had thin white hair, small blue eyes, and skin as pale as dead lard.I stepped through the wide wooden doorway. My head was held high. My spine was straight as iron. I did not hurry. I walked like a queen stepping onto her own lands. Julian walked two paces behind me, his boots hitting the stone with a quiet thud. He wore his black coat, but his face was blank and silent. The two guards who usually guarded this door were gone. Julian had cleared the hall on my orders.Elder Marcus looked at me as I stopped ten feet from his table. His lips twisted into a fake, soft smile."Daphne," Marcus said. His raspy voice was slow and dry. "Thank you for coming upstairs. Terrible news reached us an hour ago. Elder Vane was found m

DAPHNEThe double doors of the court room did not just open. They exploded inward.Malakai stood in the open doorway.He was bare-chested. Rainwater and thick red blood ran down his broad shoulders, pooling over his tight abs. His skin was pale and hot, steaming in the cold draft coming through the high windows. Three dark bullet holes marked his ribs and chest, but his wolf blood was already closing the skin over the metal. In his right hand, he held a heavy iron blade, dripping thick gore onto the white rug.His wolf eyes burned with a bright, bloody red light. He looked like a demon rising out of the dirt.My heart hammered against my ribs, but I did not step back. I did not blink. I stood tall beside the grand wooden throne in the center of the room. My head was held high. My spine was straight as iron. My bare feet were planted firm on the cold stone floor. I did not hide behind anyone. I stood like a queen watching a storm break over her castle.Julian stood right behind me. His

DAPHNEThe heavy iron bolt slid into place with a loud, final click.The sound rang through the dark master bedroom, sealing us away from the stench of blood, the gunshots, and the screaming guards in the courtyard below. Outside the tall arched windows, grey morning light cut through the rain, casting long, dark shadows across the cold stone floorboards. The rain drummed a heavy, relentless beat against the thick glass, as if trying to wash away the violence that had just torn through the halls.In the center of the grand chamber sat a massive wooden bed. Thick black fur blankets were spread across the heavy mattress, soft and deep, looking like a dark pool in the dim room light. The smell of rich pine wood, old leather, and dust hung thick in the air, but it was quickly being choked out by the heavy scent of wolf pheromones, wet rain, and iron.Malakai stood against the locked oak door, his massive back blocking the exit.He was breathing hard, his broad chest rising and falling in