บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Vira's POVGryfyn’s broad hand remained locked over my soft hip, his thick fingers lightly digging into my skin even in his deep, heavy rest. His massive frame covered half the mattress, trapping my body against his warm side, his dark tattooed shoulder resting against my bare arm. The deep, steady beat of his heart thundered beneath my palm, sending waves of calm through our mate bond.I turned my head slightly, tracing the sharp, lethal cut of his jawline. The dark mark on my neck throbbed with a gentle, soothing warmth, reminding me of everything that had happened on the high ridge and the iron bridge yesterday.Gryfyn’s dark golden eyes blinked open slowly, his long lashes lifting as he looked down at me. A slow, dangerous smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as his arm tightened around my waist, pulling my full body an inch closer to his chest."You are watching me sleep again, Queen Vira," Gryfyn growled low in his chest, his deep voice thick and gravelly from sleep."I am

Vira's POV"The Blackwood pack is testing our border," I said, leaning closer to his side as my hazel eyes scanned the wide parchment map spread across the oak table in front of us. "Erik thinks because we just took Castle Lynx, your wolves are tired and your supply line is stretched thin."Gryfyn let out a low, dark growl deep in his chest. His hand slid up my thigh, his palm flattening over my full hip, pulling my broad frame an inch closer to his broad chest."Erik is an opportunistic fool," Gryfyn growled, his deep voice carrying a gravelly weight that made my chest vibrate. "He thinks because he holds fifty miles of pine forest to the east, he can dictate terms to my Queen. I will take fifty war wolves to the river tomorrow and cut his arrogant tongue out of his throat.""No," I said flatly, turning my head to look straight into his glowing golden eyes. "If you march fifty war wolves to the border, he will claim we are starting a war. He wants you to react like a wild beast, Gryf

Vira's POVGryfyn’s heavy, tattooed arm wrapped tight around my waist, his thick fingers digging into my soft hip with a possessive, crushing force that practically welded my broad body to his side. The scorching heat of his broad chest burned right through my green wool tunic, his heart hammering against my shoulder blades in a fast, furious rhythm. His dark golden eyes glowed like molten iron, his lip curling back to expose his razor-sharp Alpha fangs as he stared down the Blackwood wolves across the narrow iron bridge."Touch her, and I will tear your throat out with my bare teeth," Gryfyn growled, the gravelly rumble vibrating deep in his chest and rattling straight into my bones.The cold mountain wind whipped through the rocky gorge, carrying the spray of the roaring river far below us. Frost coated the black iron planks of the border bridge, making the narrow crossing slick and lethal.Alpha Erik’s son, the pale, arrogant wolf named Donald, let out a high, mocking snort. His da

Vira's POVThe doors of the lower armory slammed shut behind us with a hollow, echoing boom that rattled the rusted iron lanterns hanging from the stone ceiling.Before I could even catch my breath, Gryfyn’s massive, muscular frame surged forward, sweeping me off my feet and pinning my broad back flush against the cold stone blocks of the wall. His heavy boots blocked my path completely, his thick thighs wedging firmly between mine to anchor my hips in place.The abrupt impact knocked a sharp gasp from my chest, but before I could utter a single word of protest, Gryfyn’s mouth crashed down over mine in a fierce, demanding kiss that swallowed my breath whole.His broad, calloused hands moved with urgent, possessive fury. One hand cupped the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling deep in my dark hair to keep my face tilted upward, while the other hand slid down my spine, gripping the soft, heavy curve of my hip with a bruising strength that pressed my body impossibly tight against h

Vira's POVGryfyn’s heavy arm was pinned over my full hips, his thick fingers still hooked loosely into the waistband of my dark leather trousers as the quiet warmth of our war tent held the heavy scent of our late-night union. The brass brazier flickered softly in the corner, casting long, lazy shadows across the thick canvas walls while the winter wind howled beyond the pine trees.I lay wrapped against his broad, tattooed chest, listening to the slow, heavy rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palm. The sacred mate bond thrummed steadily in my blood, soft and deep, filling the quiet space inside my mind with absolute peace. On the iron table nearby, the letters signed by Lord Vane of the Frostfang Pack sat bound in black leather, waiting for sunrise to expose his treason to the Northern realm.Suddenly, Gryfyn’s entire body went rock-hard beneath mine.His dark golden eyes snapped open in the dim light, glowing with a sharp, feral intensity that instantly sent a cold spike of adrenal