Alle Kapitel von The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Vira's POVThe raw power in Gryfyn's voice vibrated straight through the stone floorboards and into my bones, making my bruised chest heave as I sucked in ragged lungfuls of air. Smoke from the tipped brazier curled toward the ceiling in thick gray clouds, smelling of burnt wool, hot pine, and copper blood.Gryfyn didn't slow down. He crossed the small room in three massive strides, his heavy leather boots crushing the glowing red coals underfoot without a second thought. He didn't even look down as Cassian scrambled backward toward the corner, clutching his burned arms and bleeding face.Gryfyn dropped to one knee right in front of me, his massive frame blocking out the smoke and the light from the hallway. His broad hands came up, hovering over my face for a fraction of a second before his long fingers cupped my jaw with a firm, desperate pressure that held my head completely still."Vira," Gryfyn growled, his deep voice thick, rough, and laced with a terrifying tremor of pure, unad

Vira's POVThe rough texture of his thumb against my lower lip sent a violent wave of heat straight down to my stomach, making my breath hitch in my throat. I stared into his golden eyes, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs that I was certain he could hear it over the crackle of the hearth fire."You say that like it is my fault," I managed to whisper, though my voice sounded thick and breathless."It is your fault," Gryfyn growled low in his chest, his thumb dragging slowly across my lip, pulling the soft skin downward just enough to expose my teeth. "You walked into my keep in a dress that was tearing at the seams, you spoke to my elders like they were dirt beneath your feet, and your blood answered mine the second I grabbed your wrist.""I did not ask for the bond," I said, trying to pull my jaw back from his grip.Gryfyn did not let me retreat. His broad hand shifted, his long fingers sliding around the back of my neck, burying themselves deep into the thick, messy raven ha

Vira's POVThe deep red velvet fell heavy over my curves, the black fox fur framing my chest in a band of dark warmth that hid the angry bruises on my neck. The soft fabric hugged my waist without pinching, sweeping down past my hips in thick, rich folds that swept the floor with a quiet rustle.I looked into the small polished silver mirror beside the wardrobe, my breath catching in my throat. I didn't look like the discarded substitute bride my father had shoved into a carriage. I looked dangerous.Gryfyn walked up behind me, his broad shoulders filling out a thick black leather coat lined with gray wolf fur. A heavy iron chain rested across his chest, bearing the dark crest of the Iron Moon Pack. His dark golden eyes met mine in the reflection, burning with a fierce, heavy intensity that made the room feel instantly smaller."You look like war, substitute," Gryfyn growled low in his chest, his broad hand coming around to rest flat against my hip. The heat of his palm sank straight

Vira's POVThe doors slammed shut, followed immediately by the deep, grinding scrape of the iron lock turning into place. Outside in the corridor, the rhythmic, heavy footsteps of Kaelen's elite war guards settled directly outside the timber frame.I stood frozen beside the dark wood bedpost, my knees shaking so violently I had to grip the polished post just to keep my feet beneath me. My breathing came in fast, shallow gasps, my full chest heaving against the tight black fox fur lining my dark red velvet dress. The skin of my lips still throbbed from the fierce pressure of Gryfyn's teeth, and the spots where his broad fingers had pinned my wrists high above my head burned with a lingering, scorching heat.My wolf whined loudly in the back of my head, pacing back and forth against my ribs like a caged beast, begging for the heavy weight of the Alpha King's body to come back and press us flat against the mattress."Traitor," I whispered out loud into the quiet, firelit room, my voice

Vira's POVThe icy mountains breeze was biting into my exposed cheeks as the heavy wooden portcullis ground upward.Kaelen handed me the leather reins of a massive, dark gray warhorse. Attached to the left side of the high leather saddle was a heavy iron sheath housing a short, broad Northern blade. My fingers wrapped around the dark leather hilt, the cold iron biting through my riding gloves, giving me a sudden, fierce sense of purpose."Can you ride a Northern stallion, My Lady?" Kaelen demanded over the roaring gale, his broad face tight with stress as he swung his heavy frame up onto his own black mount."I grew up riding bareback through the Southern mud," I replied, pulling myself up into the high saddle. My thick thighs gripped the horse's flanks tightly, my leather trousers stretching across my broad hips as I gathered the reins into my left hand. "Lead the way."Behind us, Lyra stood shivering in the dark archway of the gate, wrapped in her wet cloak, her pale face filled wit