《The Lycan King’s Plus Size Treasure.》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

He just kept staring at me. I should have scrambled to my feet and run Instead I stayed frozen as a part of me the part tired of being good, tired of waiting, tired of always doing the right thing. I wanted to see what he would do. He studied me as his eyes never dropped to my ruined dress. They stayed on my face, as if the dress meant nothing, as if I were the only thing in the forest worth noticing. The air changed as It grew thick, charged, bowing around him. My wolf, broken and grieving still lifted her head.. “Why are you’re running all by yourself in this territory at this hour?,” he said. Not a question. My throat tightened. “My mate chose someone else.” Something flickered in his eyes like understanding or something darker. “Then he’s a fool.” I looked away. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” His hand lifted as he brushed my cheek, surprisingly gentle for someone who radiated that much power. He wiped a tear from my skin. “Anyone who makes a woman cry like thi

Fenrir's POVSilence was a weapon and I wielded it like a blade.The throne room stretched before me black marble, obsidian pillars, shadows that seemed to breathe. My court stood in perfect stillness, their heads bowed, their breathing shallow. They had learned long ago that when the Lycan King did not speak, it was because he was deciding who would bleed.I sat upon my throne as my fingers drummed once against the armrest. The sound echoed like a death knell."Your Majesty." Nyko, my head escort stepped forward with the careful hesitation of a wolf who knew he was treading on dangerous ground. "The search parties have returned.""And?""Nothing." He swallowed. "The eastern territory has been searched three times. The northern border twice. The southern""Search again." My words echoed.Nyko's jaw tightened. He was the only wolf in my court who dared to speak freely to me a privilege earned through years of loyalty and the rare courage to tell me when I was wrong but even he knew his

"Over my dead body will I be his surrogate."The words left my mouth before the elder could finish. The ceremonial chamber went silent. Every wolf turned to stare elders, guards, servants and Fenrir himself as his mismatched eyes narrowed.My stepmother's hand shot out and grabbed my arm, her nails drawing blood. "What did you just say?"I yanked free. "I said no. I will not be his breeding vessel."The elder sputtered, his ancient face twisting. "You dare refuse the Lycan King?""I dare." I stepped back from the altar. "I am not cattle and I will not bear a child for a king who looks at me like I am nothing."Fenrir said nothing as he watched me with those cold, mismatched eyes silver and gold, predator and something unreadable.My father surged forward, face pale with fury. "Apologize immediately.""No." His hand cracked across my cheek. My head snapped sideways. Blood flooded my mouth."Father”"Don't." He grabbed my chin forcing my head up. "You will get back out there and accept

I checked the mirror one last time.The emerald dress clung to every curve the ones I had spent my entire life hating. The ones Alpine called "cow-like" and Arwen mocked at every opportunity but tonight, I didn't hate what I saw.The King had chosen this dress. He had looked at me and known exactly what would fit.I didn't know what to do with that.I reached for the vial on the nightstand and applied the perfume carefully. One drop behind each ear. The witch's magic settled over me like a second skin, burying my scent beneath layers of something floral and forgettable but no one would smell it now.I checked the time and cursed.I was late.---Fenrir was already in the car when I hurried outside.The black SUV idled in the courtyard, its engine a low growl in the darkness. A guard opened the door for me as I climbed in, my heart pounding. Fenrir didn't look at me. He sat in the back seat, his body angled away, his eyes fixed on the window."I said two hours," he said flatly."I kno

The lace loosened.His fingers stilled.For one breathless moment, Fenrir hovered over me as his body a wall of heat and muscle, his eyes dark with something that looked almost like pain. The lace slipped from my shoulders, pooling between us like a secret immediately his eyes hardened as he stopped."No." The word tore from his throat. "No, no, no"He was off the bed in an instant running his hands through his hair as he paced the room like a caged animal, his shirt still hanging open revealing the tattoos that coiled across his skin like shadows."This wasn't supposed to happen."I pulled the blanket over my body, tucking it around myself with steady hands. My heart was still racing as I forced my face into stillness. "I swore an oath." His voice was rough and broken. "To the goddess and my fated mate."He didn't look at me. He looked at the wall, the window, anywhere but me. His hands were shaking. The great king, the feared lycan king was shaking.The silence seemed to unnerve h