Alle Kapitel von The Alpha King's Plus Size Substitute Bride: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 78

Gryfyn’s POV"What are you thinking about?," I growled low into Vira’s ear, locking the heavy iron bolt on the oak door of our coastal watch station bedchamber.The small stone room sat high on the granite ridge, safe from the cold sea spray howling outside the heavy glass window. A thick peat fire crackled in the corner hearth, throwing long golden light across the rough stone walls and sheepskin rugs. Three hours ago, Kaelen’s bowmen had wiped out the foreign rowers inside the sea cave, and Joran’s watchtowers were fully lit, burning bright against the black night sky.Vira stood near the wooden washbasin, unfastening the brass buckle of her dark riding belt. Her broad back was turned to me, her long dark hair slipping over her thick shoulders, exposed to the warm glow of the fire."I am thinking about how quiet this ridge was three months ago, Gryfyn," she murmured softly, her smooth voice sending a hot, possessive rush straight down into my gut. She set her belt down onto the woo

Vira’s POVThe sharp, metallic scent of damp iron and sea salt filled the subterranean cell beneath the coastal watch station.Torchlight flickered across the dark granite walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the four heavy iron posts where Commander Vane—the foreign officer we had captured in the pebble cove—sat bound with thick hemp ropes. His silver-trimmed armor lay in a pile on the cold floorboards, leaving him in a torn wool tunic, his broad shoulders tensed as he stared up at us.Gryfyn stood towering at my side, his massive frame blocking out half the torchlight in the room. His dark leather war armor clanked softly as he shifted his weight, his broad, calloused hands resting heavy on his hips. The wild, dark wolf ink across his neck pulsed hot in the dim light, and his dark golden eyes flared with a feral, terrifying heat that made the foreign commander flinch every time Gryfyn drew a breath."You have five seconds before I let my Alpha King show you how we treat foreign

Vira’s POV"You are measuring my broad shoulders for the third time, Vira," Gryfyn growled low into my hair, his massive, calloused hand reaching around my middle to draw my broad body flush against his heavy frame.We stood inside the private armory of the northern border outpost, where two giant iron hearths roared with bright, crackling flames. The thick stone room smelled of heated iron, boiled leather, and rich pine oil. Spread across the massive oak table in the center of the room were bolts of heavy dark-leather armor hide, sheets of hammered black steel plates, and spools of royal crimson silk thread brought down from the central weavers' guild."I am measuring your shoulders because a single loose strap on your shoulder guard will throw off the balance of your broadsword during a heavy strike, Gryfyn," I replied smoothly, keeping my voice calm and razor-sharp. I pulled the marked leather measuring strap tight across his broad, tattooed back, my thumbs pressing firm against t

Vira’s POVLocal villagers lined the dusty edges of the high trade road three deep, standing on wooden rain barrels and climbing the lower branches of yellowing birch trees just to see our advancing line.They had brought their children, wrapped in patched wool shawls, holding them up high over the timber fences as the heavy thud of a hundred iron hooves echoed off the granite valley walls. Old farmers in leather aprons leaned on their wooden pitchforks, their weathered mouths hanging open in total silence as seven hundred heavy riders swept down the dirt path in silent, terrifying discipline."Look at her brass seal!" a young woman called out from the front row, her voice trembling with raw excitement as she pointed toward my chest. "It’s true! She carries the seal of the First Line!""She’s the one who tamed the Wild Alpha King!" an old man shouted back, waving a bundle of dried lavender toward our column. "Bless the High Queen! Bless the North!"Whispers traveled down the crowd lik