Alle Kapitel von The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Vira's POVThe high granite ridge erupted into bloody chaos as black-shafted arrows hissed through the screaming blizzard, thudding hard into the heavy pine trunks around us.Kaelen was a whirlwind of iron and blood at my side, his massive broadsword cleaving through two mercenary archers who dared to rush our position with drawn daggers. The two war guards who had come with us from the citadel burst out of the treeline, their heavy shields locked together, deflecting a hail of steel-tipped shafts that rained down from the higher ledges.Across the narrow gorge, my father was scrambling up the icy slope toward his white warhorse, his fine velvet coat trailing in the filthy snow as his hired men threw down their bows and fled into the dark forest."My Lady, get behind the rocks!" Kaelen roared over the howling wind, his face covered in soot and spray, his arm swinging down to block an iron spear point."I am not hiding!" I shouted back, stepping forward into the deep snowdrifts. My sho

Vira's POVTorches flickered in iron sconces along the narrow corridor, casting long, dancing shadows across the rows of heavy timber cells.Gryfyn walked beside me, his long strides slow and deliberate. His broad hand rested flat over the back of my waist, his long fingers pressing through the thick gray wool of my tunic, anchoring my full body against his side. Every time my boots clicked against the wet stone floor, his thumb stroked the curve of my hip with a heavy, possessive warmth that kept the biting cold of the dungeon from touching my skin.At the very end of the corridor, three war guards stood with their hands resting on the pommels of their broadswords, blocking the entrance to a dark iron-barred cell.Inside, sitting on a pile of damp, filthy straw, was Lord Lynx.My father looked nothing like the proud, arrogant lord who had sat at the head of the long oak table in Castle Lynx, wearing fine velvet robes and drinking golden wine. His fine fur coat was torn and covered in

Vira's POVThe mark on my neck burned like a branding iron held against my skin, sending waves of thick, liquid heat rushing straight down into my core.My fingers dug deep into the dense muscle of Gryfyn’s bare back, my nails dragging over the long, jagged scars running down his spine. My chest heaved against his chest plate as he pulled his mouth back from my lips, his breathing coming in rough, ragged gasps that brushed across my flushed face.His glowing golden eyes burned down into mine, completely wild with an unyielding Alpha dominance that took away every last breath in my lungs. The sacred mate bond hummed beneath my skin, linking our pulses together so tightly I couldn't tell where my heartbeat ended and his began."You are mine now, Vira," Gryfyn growled low in his chest, his deep voice carrying a dark, gravelly weight that made my knees tremble where they were hooked around his broad hips. "Every drop of your blood answers to me.""I am yours," I breathed out, my voice raw

Vira's POVThe icy wind whipped through the high ridge pine trees, sending long tails of white powder dancing across our path as three hundred Northern war wolves moved like dark shadows along the steep cliff edge.I rode near the front of the column on my heavy gray stallion, my broad thighs gripping his flanks tight while my fingers held the leather reins steady. Beside me, Gryfyn sat high on his massive black warhorse, his broad shoulders squared against the howling gale, his glowing golden eyes sweeping over the dark valley floor five hundred feet below us.The sun was just beginning to bleed a dull red hue over the eastern peaks, casting long, dark shadows across the snow.Down in the narrow gut of the valley, Cassian’s army looked like a long, ugly iron snake crawling along the frozen riverbed. Five hundred southern soldiers wrapped in heavy leather doublets and silver chainmail were marching toward the lower gates of Castle Lynx, completely unaware that three hundred Northern w

Vira's POVThe heavy oak doors of Castle Lynx stood wide open, the iron hinges groaning under the bitter mountain wind as Gryfyn led our war column across the wooden drawbridge.I sat high on my gray stallion beside his massive black mount, my eyes scanning the high timber walls where my father’s silk banners used to hang. They were gone now, torn down by the southern guards who had fled into the forest the moment word reached them that Cassian was thrown into the freezing river.The courtyard was dead quiet, covered in a thin blanket of dirty slush. Dozens of castle servants, stable boys, and old farm hands stood lined up against the stone granary walls, their heads bowed low in sheer terror. They expected a butcher. They expected Northern war wolves to set their homes on fire and throw them into iron chains.Gryfyn reined his warhorse in right at the foot of the castle steps, his broad shoulders squared in his dark, fur-lined leather coat. He didn't pull his broadsword. He simply sa