All Chapters of The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Vira's POV The silk lining of the wedding gown moved against my ribs as my mother pulled the silver corset laces tight enough to leave bruises on my skin. I pressed my hands on the cold mahogany table, breathing in short, painful gasps. "Stop breathing like that, Vira," my mother hissed, tying the thick ribbons into a hard double knot at the base of my back. "If the Alpha King sees you panting like a fish out of water, he will know this dress was not made for you." "I'm not a chicken Mother, I'm three inches wider than Elara at the waist, Mother," I said through clenched teeth, my cheeks burning under the thick white powder she had smeared on my face. "And my hips are twice the size of hers. The moment I bow at the altar, these seams will tear open." "Then do not bow," my father snapped, slamming the dressing room door shut. His face was pale and covered in sweat in the dim candlelight. "Elara is gone. She climbed the garden wall at dawn and ran away with that useless

Vira's POV The doors of the carriage door rattled with every violent lurch over the frozen mountain track, sending sharp vibrations straight through the unpadded wooden bench and into my spine. Snow swept in through the narrow, iron-barred slits near the ceiling, dusting my bare shoulders with bitter frost that made my skin break out in deep goosebumps.I clutched my arms across my chest, trying to hold in whatever little body warmth I had left. The broken whalebone stays of my sister's dress continued to poke directly into the soft flesh of my waist, every sudden jolt pushing the stiff plastic edge deeper into my skin like a dull knife. My ribs throbbed with a dull, sickening ache, the tight silk corset binding my chest so severely that every breath felt like dragging broken glass into my lungs.Outside, the steady, rhythmic thud of Gryfyn’s warhorse kept pace right beside my door.I leaned my head back against the cold timber wall, closing my eyes as my teeth chattered uncontroll

Vira's POV The wind was just blowing needles of ice against my face until my eyes watered and burned. The massive black warhorse beneath us plodded forward through three-foot snowdrifts, its broad, muscular shoulders straining with every heavy step upward.I sat stiffly wedged between Gryfyn’s broad thighs, my soft back pressed flat against the rock-hard wall of his chest. His heavy leather cloak was wrapped tightly around us both, trapping me inside a suffocating cocoon of scorching heat and his dark, intoxicating scent of pine needles, crushed slate, and raw Alpha male.His thick, tattooed left arm was locked across my midriff like an iron bar, his broad palm resting flat over the right side of my waist, pinning my full hips against his saddle frame so tightly that every movement of the horse slammed my soft seat against his dense muscle. His right hand held the leather reins, his arm brushing constantly against my bare, rounded shoulder through the gaping tear in my sister's sil

Vira's POV Gryfyn did not let go of my chin immediately. His thick thumb stayed pressed against my lower lip, his broad, calloused hand holding my face tilted up while his golden eyes burned into mine.The heat from his skin poured straight through my jaw, making my blood race and my core throb with a sudden, traitorous ache that made me hate my own body."You think you can fight me with sharp words, Vira," Gryfyn murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, low rasp that brushed against my cheek like hot velvet. "But your skin jumps every time I touch you, and your wolf is practically clawing at your chest to get closer to mine.""She is confused by an oath I never asked for," I forced out, my voice trembling slightly as I dug my short fingernails into the palms of my hands. "Release me, Gryfyn."His eyes dropped to my mouth for one long, agonizing second, his nostrils flaring wide as he took in the heavy, sweet scent of my rising pulse. He did not kiss me. Instead, he shoved his thum