Todos los capítulos de EX ALPHA’S REGRET: THE TYRANT KINGS’ PLUS SIZED JEWEL: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

MALAKAIThe dawn sky over the northern peaks broke in thin, jagged streaks of dull grey and bruised purple. Cold morning light spilled across the stone balcony, glinting off the wet granite floorboards where the heat of the night still lingered in our skin.I stood at the railing with my heavy arm wrapped tight around Daphne’s waist, pulling her back flush against my bare chest. She was wrapped in the thick white wool blanket, her head resting back against my collarbone while her soft, steady breathing hit my throat. My dark leather trousers were laced back up, though my chest and shoulders remained bare to the biting wind that blew down from the high ice passes.The silence of the early morning felt complete. The realm below us was dark and still, saved for the slow curls of woodsmoke rising from the stone chimneys of the lower keep. The war felt finished. The blood in the bathing chamber was clean, the secret tunnel was sealed with solid iron bars, and the threat that had hung over

MalakaiThe air over the churning brown water turned deathly still for a fraction of a second as the lead barge surged past the granite outcrop of the black gorge.On the forward deck of the lead vessel, Bruno brought his heavy iron sword down in a violent, sweeping arc."Fire!" his ragged voice bellowed across the river channel, cutting through the rush of the current.A sudden, blinding flash of orange fire erupted from the dark mouth of the iron cannon mounted on the bow. A massive cloud of thick, white sulfur smoke billowed outward over the water, instantly obscuring the front of the wooden hull. A split second later, a deafening, thunderous boom crashed through the valley, echoing off the high stone cliffs like a mountain collapse.The heavy iron cannonball shrieked through the cold morning air, a dark blur tearing through the grey mist.It cleared the open water in a heartbeat, slamming directly into the high clay bank forty yards to my left with a violent, bone-rattling impact.

DaphneThe doors of the grand hall slammed shut behind us, cutting off the deafening roar of three hundred drunk, singing warriors in an instant. The sudden silence of the upper stone corridor felt cool and vast, broken only by the low crackle of iron wall sconces and the sharp, echoing thud of Malakai’s heavy boots against the granite floorboards.He didn't walk; he strode with a fierce, terrifying purpose. He carried me high against his massive chest, one thick, leather-clad arm hooked under my knees and the other locked like an iron band around my waist. The fitted black silk gown was bunched up around my thighs, the heavy fabric trailing near his boots, while my arms were wrapped tight around the thick column of his neck.I rested my temple against the hot skin of his collarbone, breathing in the intoxicating, dark scent of him—spiced red wine, bitter ozone, cold mountain rain, and the raw, heavy musk of his surging wolf. His heart was hammering against my cheek in a fast, lethal

DAPHNEThe pale golden sunlight of early morning filtered through the tall arched windows, casting soft beams across the wide timber floorboards of the master suite.I stirred slowly, swimming back to consciousness through a thick, warm haze of absolute exhaustion and profound peace. My whole body felt heavy, loose, and completely unraveled, a lingering, pleasant ache deep in my muscles reminding me of every relentless hour of the night before.I was wrapped in layers of soft wool blankets and thick black wolf furs, completely cocooned in heat.Before I even opened my eyes, I felt the massive, familiar weight anchoring me to the bed. Malakai’s thick, tattooed arm was draped heavy across my waist, his long, broad fingers resting flat over my stomach, pulling my lower back flush against the wall of his chest. He was a furnace beside me, radiating an intense, steady heat that kept the crisp mountain morning air completely at bay.I let out a long, quiet sigh, settling deeper into the mat

DAPHNEThe fresh mark on my shoulder burned like a hot, golden brand. It wasn't pain—it was a deep, throbbing pulse of pure heat that shot straight down my neck, through my heavy breasts, and pooled thick between my thighs.The permanent mate bond had finally snapped shut. I could feel Malakai's wild wolf roaring inside my own blood, his dark hunger wrapping around my mind like an iron chain. I could feel his need, his possessiveness, his desperate hunger for me pulsing through the bond, matching my own.I looked up into his face. His dark golden eyes had bled completely into a lethal, glowing crimson. His broad jaw was set tight, his heavy chest rising and falling fast while my sweet blood still smeared his bottom lip and stained his dark beard."Malakai," I gasped out, my voice thick and heavy with instant, overwhelming need. "Don't stop.""I am never stopping,," Malakai growled low in his throat. His voice was a deep, vibrating bass that made my whole body shake on the wet wolf fur