Alle Kapitel von The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Vira's POVGryfyn’s massive, calloused hand pinned my wrists flat against the soft fur blanket above my head, his thick fingers locking around my hands like iron manacles.The air in our private bedchamber was heavy, hot, and thick with the lingering scent of pine smoke, crushed snow, and our own raw desire. White steam still rose faintly from our skin from the thermal pool below, but the cold mountain wind howling outside our high stone window reminded us both that winter was knocking violently on the gates of Castle Lynx.Gryfyn held my broad body trapped beneath his heavy frame, his broad chest pressing flat against my breasts, his thick, tattooed thighs wedged firmly between mine to anchor my hips into the heavy mattress. His dark golden eyes burned down into mine with a fierce, possessive intensity that made my pulse race in a fast, heavy rhythm against my ribs."You think about war when you are lying beneath your King, Vira," Gryfyn growled low into my face, his gravelly voice t

Vira's POVThe morning air was subtle and chilly, but the heat radiating off Gryfyn’s massive, blood-spattered frame burned hot enough to melt the slush beneath our boots.Dawn broke over the high Northern peaks, casting a cold, pale light across the ruined Frostfang camp. Disarmed enemy soldiers knelt in long, silent rows in the frozen slush, their heads bowed beneath the sharp eyes of our Iron Moon shadow guards. Beside them, the wooden barricades that had choked off our eastern trade routes lay in splintered, smoking heaps, set ablaze by Kaelen's front-line war host.Gryfyn’s heavy, calloused hand remained anchored to my waist, his thick fingers digging into my broad hip through my leather trousers with a fierce, possessive grip that left zero doubt to anyone present who I belonged to. His dark wolf tattoos hummed with a faint, crimson energy across his broad, exposed chest, his Alpha aura heavy and suffocating in the quiet mountain air.Before us, Lord Vane huddled in the mud, shi

Vira's POV"You are handing them twice the grain allowance their old Alpha gave them," Gryfyn growled low into my ear, his broad, calloused hand sliding down to rest heavily on my hip.I didn't turn away from the heavy wooden ledge of the reconstruction table. "They were starving under Erik's rule, Gryfyn. You cannot rebuild an eastern trade outpost if the workers cannot even lift an axe to frame the timber.""They are Blackwood vassals, Vira," he growled rough, his dark golden eyes scanning the crowd of fifty Northern villagers gathered in the central square of the ruined outpost. His broad chest pressed flat against my back, his thick thigh wedging firmly between mine to anchor my broad frame against his body. "Six days ago, their young men were guarding Erik's barricades.""And six days ago, Lord Vane was funding those barricades with secret silver," I reminded him, turning my head slightly to look into his sharp, golden gaze. "They fought for Erik because they had no food in their

Vira's POV"You are going to freeze in this dusty room, Vira," Gryfyn growled low from the doorway, his massive frame blocking out the warm torchlight from the corridor.I didn't lift my eyes from the heavy leather-bound volume resting on the wide oak table. "The previous Alphas kept terrible records, Gryfyn. If we are going to integrate Lord Vane's eastern territory into our supply lines, I need to know how much iron these mountains produced fifty years ago."Gryfyn stepped into the cold, silent library, his heavy boots crunching over the old stone floorboards. He crossed the room with that slow, predatory stride, his dark golden eyes fixed on me. Before I could turn another page, his broad, calloused hands came up to grip my waist, effortlessly pulling my broad frame backward out of the chair until my back hit his hard, broad chest."You have been down here for three hours," he purred rough into my ear, his sharp Alpha fangs lightly grazing the dark, pulsing mate mark on my neck. "T

Vira's POV"You have six wagons of salted mutton sitting down at the lower courtyard, Vira, and three of the drivers are arguing with the stablemaster over hay rations," Lyra said, stepping into my tactical map room with a thick wooden ledger tucked under her arm.I didn't look up from the wide oak table where three detailed maps of our northern defensive lines were pinned down by iron daggers. "Tell them to take it up with Kaelen. I am mapping out the patrol routes for the new iron vein.""Kaelen is currently training fifty heavy cavalry recruits on the eastern field, and if I leave those wagon drivers to argue for another ten minutes, your war horses won't have dry bedding tonight," Lyra replied, her voice crisp and remarkably calm. She walked over to my table, her slender fingers reaching down to quietly adjust two ink pots that I had nearly knocked over with my leather armguards. "Give me the domestic ledgers, Vira. All of them."I finally raised my head, my hazel eyes narrowing s