Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Vira’s POVWe stood together on the high granite wall of Iron Moon, our dark fur cloaks wrapping around us against the bitter morning wind. Down below, Kaelen’s riders were checking horse shoes and tightening leather straps, preparing to greet our incoming grain carts from the central plains. The six mid-tier Alphas had kept their word, sending forty heavy wooden wagons loaded with wheat, salt, and dried meat to stock our garrison before our big march south."The central road was clear when the drivers left yesterday morning, Gryfyn," I said softly, my hands coming up to rest over his thick forearms where they held me locked tight. "But the border scouts reported strange horse tracks near the pine woods three miles back. No flags, no clan marks. Just deep ruts in the dirt where heavy riders tried to stay hidden."Gryfyn didn't answer right away. A deep, heavy rumble started down in his broad chest, vibrating straight into my spine. His dark leather armor felt cool, but the heat comin

Gryfyn’s POV"You are going to look me in the eye and explain why you rode out into a rogue nest with four light cavalrymen, Vira," I growled low, my voice dropping into a rough, terrifying rumble that shook the heavy wooden beams of our command tent.I kicked a iron stool out of my way, stepping past the strategic map spread out over the center table. My black leather war armor was still cold from the hard gallop down from Iron Moon, but the wild, blood-soaked rage burning in my veins was hot enough to scorch the canvas walls. I had ridden my warhorse into the ground the second Kaelen’s messenger told me my Queen had slipped inside an enemy-controlled ruined fort to steal dispatch bags.Vira stood on the opposite side of the long oak table, her broad frame wrapped in her thick wool cloak. She didn't flinch. She didn't drop her gaze. Her hazel eyes met my dark golden glare with a quiet, unshakeable calm that made my jaw lock up until my back teeth clicked."I brought back Malakor’s s

Gryfyn’s POV"Do you want to go to my bedroom, substitute," I growled low into Vira’s ear, my broad hand sliding around her middle to pull her broad frame flush against my heavy, armored front.We stood on the high granite steps of Iron Moon's outer courtyard under the cold morning sun. Below us, kneeling in a line on the dirt floorboards, were the four surviving rebel captains Kaelen’s men had dragged back from the twin boulder pass. Their leather coats were ripped, their hands bound tightly behind their backs with thick hemp rope, and their faces were bruised from the hard ride through the forest trail.Around the edge of the yard, fifty heavy cavalry riders stood in a tight circle, their black steel broadswords drawn and resting over their shoulders. Lyra sat near the stone pillars with her thick wooden record book open, her charcoal pen hovering over the fresh paper, ready to log every word spoken."Now's not the time my lovely mate hehehe, keep your pants in check" Vira said laug

Gryfyn’s POV"You stand before sixty rogue wolves and make them weep like fresh recruits, substitute," I growled low into Vira’s soft hair, my left hand sweeping across her middle to pull her broad frame flush against my heavy war armor.I kicked the heavy leather flap of our command tent shut, cutting off the noise of Kaelen’s riders stacking iron crates outside. The interior was dark, lit only by two small oil lamps resting on wooden chests, casting long golden shadows across the thick sheepskin rugs. The air smelled of wood smoke, pine resin, and the thick, sweet scent of my mate’s heat.Vira turned slowly in my hold, her small hands resting flat over my broad chest plate. Her hazel eyes were bright, filled with that same lethal, calm authority that had just brought sixty stray wolves to their knees in the muddy yard."They needed a reason to fight for us, Gryfyn," she murmured softly, her smooth voice sending a hot, possessive pulse straight down into my gut. "A scared soldier is

Vira’s POVThe heavy oak door of the high map room banged open, hitting the stone wall with a loud crash that made Kaelen reach for his sword hilt.Lyra rushed into the room, her grey wool skirt pulled up in her hands so she wouldn't trip over the stone floorboards. Her dark hair was messy, slipping out of her silver pins, and a small black messenger bird was resting on her shoulder, its wings twitching from a long, cold flight."Vira! Gryfyn!" Lyra panted out, her face pale as she leaned her hip against the heavy central table. "A red-striped bird just landed on the high tower from Castle Lynx! The coast guards sent an urgent dispatch!"I stepped around the long oak table, leaving the troop deployment maps spread out over the wood. "Castle Lynx? That is three hundred miles past Malakor’s border on the southern sea."Gryfyn walked up right behind me, his massive black war armor clanking softly with every heavy stride. He didn't say a word, but his broad, calloused hand came up to rest