All Chapters of EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DAPHNEThe quiet in the master room was heavy, thick with the sharp tang of sex, sweat, and dried blood.I lay flat on my back against the dark fur pelt, my bare chest heaving as I pulled cool air into my lungs. The mate bond in my chest hummed softly, a warm, satisfied pulse that settled deep into my bones. Beside me, Malakai was sprawled over the mattress, his broad shoulder pressing into mine. His chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths, the three sealed bullet wounds along his ribs glowing dark red against his pale, sweaty skin. The fierce heat radiating off his broad frame kept the chill of the morning air at bay, wrapping us both in a heavy, possessive warmth.Outside, the heavy storm had finally begun to pass, the loud thunder fading into a steady, quiet drizzle against the glass windows. The grey morning light slowly filled the large room, casting soft shadows across the dark wood and stone.I turned my head sideways, staring at the floorboards beside the bed. As the grey m

DAPHNEThe basement corridor smelled of damp stone, old mold, and the thick, sour reek of human terror.I walked down the dark hall with slow, steady steps. My bare feet made no sound against the cold floorboards. A single iron torch burned in a wall bracket, casting long, jumping shadows across the wet stone walls. I wore a long black wool cloak pulled tight over my bare shoulders, the bottom edge dragging lightly in the dark dust behind me.At the end of the narrow hall stood the heavy iron door of the lowest cell—the dark pit where the Council used to lock up Northern prisoners to rot in the cold.I stopped in front of the small, barred window built into the center of the door.Inside the tiny room, Julian sat curled up on the wet stone floor. He was a ruined shadow of the proud nobleman who had tried to hold my waist hours ago in the court room. His fine black coat was torn and covered in filthy straw. His swollen face was bruised a dark, ugly purple, his jaw sitting crooked from t

MALAKAIThe smoke inside the warehouse was turning thick, black, and sour.I stood near the rear loading bay, my broad chest heaving as cool night air dragged through my lungs. Sweat and fresh dark blood dripped down my forehead, running across my shoulders and mixing with the dried mud caked on my skin. The small cut on my thigh had completely closed, leaving only a hot, itchy scar where the rogue blade had bitten into my muscle.Around us, twenty Northern guards were moving fast. They hauled heavy wooden crates out the shattered front doors, loading the captured iron blades and tactical armor onto the flatbeds of our black war trucks."Malakai!" Dante's voice called out from the dark shadows at the back of the mill.I turned, my heavy boots crunching over broken glass and wet sawdust as I walked past the pile of dead rogue wolves. Dante was kneeling inside a small, stone-walled storage room hidden behind the main floor. A heavy iron padlock hung broken from the doorframe, snapped by

DaphneThe cold silver resting against my windpipe bit deep into my skin, sending a sharp, searing sizzle through my wolf flesh.I didn't scream. I didn't gasp or flinch. Screaming was for helpless females who expected a male to ride up the mountain path to save them, and Malakai was three miles down the southern highway burning trucks.Instead, I let my wolf take complete control of my muscles.My right hand shot out from beneath the steaming surface, my fingers wrapping around Victor’s gloved wrist with the crushing force of a steel trap. Before he could react or adjust his footing on the slick floorboards, I threw my entire weight backward, bending my knees and planting my bare feet against the inner granite wall of the tub.I kicked off the stone with everything I had."What the—" Victor choked out, his cold grey eyes going wide with sudden, blinding panic.The momentum dragged his heavy frame right over the lip of the tub. His booted feet slipped on the wet granite edge, and his

DaphneThe night air blowing off the northern peaks was crisp and sharp, carrying the scent of pine needles, wet dirt, and cold mountain snow.I stood at the edge of the private stone balcony high above the keep courtyard, resting my bare forearms against the cool granite railing. Below me, the quiet city lay bathed in the pale silver light of the full moon. The cobblestone streets were empty. The lanterns flickering along the outer stone walls cast long shadows across the yard, where the last traces of rain had finally washed away the dark blood from the earlier fight. For the first time in weeks, the heavy silence hanging over the valley felt real. The southern threats were dead or running, the traitors inside the walls were locked in cells, and the realm was finally still.I wore a simple crimson silk gown that draped loosely over my body. The deep cut of the fabric left my neck, collarbone, and upper chest completely bare to the freezing night wind. My skin pricked with small goos