All Chapters of The Lycan's plus size Queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Vaelira's POV My knees trembled violently beneath the heavy folds of my butter cream dress as we reached the top of the grand staircase.High King Malakor walked beside me, his long, dark fur cape pinned across his broad chest by a heavy golden wolf medallion. His broad shoulder occasionally brushed against mine, sending a steady wave of heat down my arm. Through the new bond thrumming in my chest, I could feel his calm, unyielding presence—a solid rock in the middle of my rising panic."Breathe, Vaelira," Malakor said softly, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead. "You are not walking into an execution. You are taking your rightful place.""My hands are freezing," I whispered, squeezing my fingers into tight fists to hide their shaking. "They are going to look at me and see a peasant maid pretending to be something she's not.""Let them look," Malakor replied, his deep voice smooth and firm. "They will see the mark on your neck, and they will know better than to question my decision

CHAPTER 13News of the High King’s sudden marriage spread across the northern territories like wildfire.From the bustling trade markets of Thunder-Ridge to the smallest border villages, royal couriers on massive black war-steeds galloped down every road, blowing silver horns to read the royal decree. The Lycan King of Volca-Crest—the most ruthless, powerful male in the entire realm—had finally claimed a mate.Inside the main hall of the Blood-Fang packhouse, the atmosphere was buzzing with breathless gossip. Servants whispered behind their hands while warriors leaned against the heavy stone pillars, endlessly debating who the mystery female could be."She must be a warrior princess from the northern frost peaks," one guard insisted, slamming his mug on the table. "No ordinary wolf could survive beside King Malakor.""I heard she’s a high-born lady from the capital's oldest noble bloodline," a female warrior countered, fanning herself. "Only a female of immaculate grace and pure line

CHAPTER 14The royal central courtyard was a dazzling sea of silk, velvet, and glinting gold.Hundreds of male and female wolves filled the vast stone space beneath the open sky. High-ranking alphas, lords, and wealthy pack members from across the northern realm mingled together, sipping sparkling wine from tall crystal goblets and indulging in delicate pastries served on silver trays. Laugher and the cheerful clinking of glasses echoed off the high marble pillars.Near the front of the crowd stood Torren and Elodia, dressed in their finest ceremonial clothes. Elodia wore a fitted ice-blue silk gown, her head held high as she leaned proudly against Torren’s arm, soaking in the grand atmosphere of the royal palace.Suddenly, a loud, echoing gong sounded across the courtyard.The bustling chatter instantly died down. High Elder Oakhaven stepped up onto the elevated stone dais, holding a long golden staff. He struck the base of the staff against the marble floor three times, his booming

CHAPTER 17: Vaelira's POV The music inside the Great Hall had dissolved into a slow, rhythmic melody.After sharing a dance with Malakor, his broad, heavy hand resting warm against my waist while hundreds of envious eyes watched us glide across the polished floor, I felt completely drained. The heavy gold crown on my head, the suffocating layers of stiff velvet, and the overwhelming stares of the court were finally catching up to me.As a passing omega servant glided by carrying a heavy silver tray, I took a tall, crystal flute of sweet golden wine and gulped down the contents."I need a moment of air, Malakor," I whispered, leaning slightly into his side. "Just a few minutes."He looked down at me, his amber eyes lingering on my flushed face before he gave a slow, understanding nod. "Do not wander far, Vaelira. My shadow is never distant from yours."I offered him a faint, grateful smile and slipped away, making my way through the towering marble archway that led out to the palace's

CHAPTER 19The heavy oak doors of the royal suite clicked shut, instantly sealing out the distant music and muffled chatter of the court.Malakor led me straight to the velvet settee near the grand hearth. He didn't speak. His dominant aura was still taut and dangerous, a dark storm simmering just beneath his skin. Through our emotional bond, I could feel the intense, possessive heat radiating from him, a chaotic mix of lethal anger and fierce protectiveness.Normally he should have called for a maid but Instead, he fetched a bowl of warm water and a soft linen cloth himself, setting them on the small table beside me. He unpinned his heavy obsidian crown, tossing it onto the table without a second glance, before sinking down onto his knees right between my legs.My breath caught as his broad, calloused hands gently lifted my bruised wrist. His touch was remarkably light, contrasting sharply with the terrifying strength that had just nearly snapped a man's neck.He dipped the linen int