บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Prince’s Unwanted Plus-Size Mate: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Kael’s muffled sobs echoed against the cold damp stone of the High Vault corridor.Julian didn't snap Kael’s neck, but he didn't gently lower him to the floor either. With a low, furious exhale that sounded like grinding steel, Julian dragged Kael away from the iron vault door and slammed him back-first into the cold granite floor."Boros," Julian growled, his voice so quiet it sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Take his daggers. Take his badge of command."Boros moved swiftly, stepping past me to disarm his former comrade. Kael didn't fight back. He lay on the stone, trembling in his dark leather vest, his eyes fixed on the silver locket resting in my open palm.I stared down at the tiny painted portrait of the young she-wolf and the toddler. The black wax seal of the Night Council's holding dungeons was stamped neatly across the silver rim like an iron brand."How long?" I asked, my voice cutting through the tension with sharp, clinical precision.Kael swallowed hard, coughing a

The echo of my uncle’s cold, smooth voice hadn't even faded against the damp granite walls of the vault before Alpha Julian moved.Julian didn't engage in a verbal duel. He didn't ask questions. In a single, explosive burst of raw alpha speed, his broadsword whirled through the torchlit air, catching the lead crossbow bolt fired by Lord Sterling's guard and shattering the dark-steel shaft into splintered iron and ash mid-flight."Clara—behind me!" Julian roared, his voice a thunderous, vibrating command that rattled the hanging brass braziers overhead.I didn't freeze. My tactical brain, trained through six years of survival in Bloodmoon’s cold archives, instantly overrode the blinding shock of seeing my father’s murderer standing ten yards away. I grabbed the silver-bound ledger and the black-waxed wooden box from the pedestal, shoving them deep into my heavy leather shoulder bag."Sterling!" I shouted over the rising din of iron clashing against iron, stepping out slightly from behi

The red cipher note burned like a coal inside the pocket of my emerald wool dress all the way back to Frost-Ridge.The court cannot protect you from what is already inside Frost-Ridge.The words repeated in my mind to the rhythm of the war carriage’s iron wheels. My father’s mathematical code was unmistakable. The delicate flourishes on the numbers, the specific geometric spacing of the letters—it was the exact shorthand he had used in his personal journals before he died in the crags fifteen years ago.Sitting across from me in the dim, velvet-lined interior of the carriage, Julian was silent. He had stripped off his heavy formal mantle, leaving his dark tunic unbuttoned at the throat. His silver eyes were turned toward the frosted window, watching the jagged snowdrifts roll past, but his broad body was primed for violence. The air around him smelled of cold ozone and crushed pine—the sharp, intoxicating scent of his alpha aura when his instincts were on high alert."You haven't look

The news of the fifty thousand gold bounty hung in the frozen air of the High Vault like a physical weight.Fifty thousand gold pieces. It was enough coin to buy an entire mercenary legion, bribe half a dozen border lords, or hire every silent blade in the northern territories. Cassian hadn't just placed a target on my back; he had turned my very existence into the most lucrative contract in the North."He's lost his mind," Boros spat, his heavy fist crashing against the stone altar wall. "A royal decree of treason against a she-wolf who exercised her legal Right of Exit? The High Regional Council will never enforce it!""The Council won't have to enforce it, Boros," I said softly, looking down at the parchment still held tightly in Julian's grip. "Cassian didn't issue that decree for the Council. He issued it for the shadows."Julian’s thumb stroked the back of my hand, his touch steady and grounding despite the storm brewing in his silver eyes. "He's trying to force your hand, Clara

The faint, crimson light pulses rhythmically from the dark-steel bars, casting long, blood-red shadows across the floor of the heavy wooden chest.My breath seized in my throat as my analytical mind instantly calculates the range and speed of the magical signal. Standard dwarf-forged communication runes operate on a three-mile resonance radius, but dark-steel resonance is far stronger. Whoever activated this rune didn't just track the convoy—they know the precise moment the chests were opened, and they know we are sitting in the narrow basin of the Sanguine Pass."Close the lid! Now!" Boros roars, drawing his hand-axe as if he could chop the magical light out of the air."No! Don't touch it!" I snap, my voice cutting through the panic like a cold iron blade.Boros freezes, his axe hovering inches above the wooden rim.Julian moves in an instant. He steps directly between me and the glowing box, his broad shoulder screening my body as his broadsword clears its scabbard with a sharp, le