The Lycan's plus size Queen 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

CHAPTER 22 When I woke up, the morning light was just beginning to spill through the tall arched windows, painting the plush rugs in shades of pale gold. The warmth beside me was overwhelming. High King Malakor hadn't left my side when the night turned dark. He lay fast asleep, his broad, muscular body sprawled across the silk sheets, his thick raven hair falling messily over his sharp forehead. His massive, heavy arm was thrown firmly over my waist, pinning me against his chest with a possessive, unyielding weight. I held my breath, watching the steady, heavy rise and fall of his chest. Through our bond, I could feel his deep, undisturbed calm, a stark contrast to the lethal monster who had nearly torn a man's throat out a few hours ago. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I wiggled out from beneath his massive arm. I slid out of the grand bed, pulling a thick crimson silk robe around my shoulders, and stepped quietly out of the royal suite into the quiet halls of the palace.

CHAPTER 24The royal stables smelled of fresh pine, sweet hay, and polished leather.Malakor walked beside me, his broad hand resting warm at the small of my back as he led me down the long central aisle. Row after row of massive warhorses snorted in their stalls, coal-black stallions, muscular bays, and powerful dappled greys bred for northern battles.We passed stall after stall until we reached the very back of the barn, where the grandest spot opened up to the sunlight.Standing in the center was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen. A majestic, pure white stallion stood tall, his silver white mane falling like liquid silk over his neck, his coat gleaming like freshly fallen snow under the sun.I stopped dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. "Malakor... he’s stunning.""He is yours," Malakor murmured, a low, fond rumble vibrating against my shoulder.My head snapped toward him, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Mine?""I had him brought from the high mountain h

CHAPTER 24: Malakor The silence in our bedchamber was heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the female curled against my chest.Vaelira lay asleep, exhausted by the sheer violently cold shock that had seized her body out on the fields. I sat propped against the velvet headboard, my long legs stretched out beneath the heavy silk covers, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist. Her head rested directly over my heart, her small, pale hand clutching the front of my shirt even in her sleep.My nostrils flared slightly as I took in her scent—sweet berries and warm rain, though still tinged with the faint, bitter sourness of the fear that had nearly broken her earlier.Beneath my ribs, my wolf clawed violently at my chest, his golden eyes burning behind my own. He snarled, snapping his jaws at the phantom shadow of the female who had dared to bring such terror into our mate's eyes. I tightened my grip on Vaelira's waist, feeling the faint, steady pulse in her wrist. The urge

CHAPTER 28The pale morning light filtered through the sheer silk curtains, bathing the quiet bedchamber in a soft, golden warmth.I woke up slowly, my head resting heavily against Malakor’s broad, muscular chest. His arms were still wrapped securely around me, his steady, deep heartbeat drumming against my cheek. Through our bond, the lingering ice in my veins had completely melted, replaced by a soothing, grounded warmth.As soon as my eyes fluttered open, Malakor shifted slightly, his golden eyes already open and watching me with intense, quiet devotion. He raised a large hand, brushing a stray dark curl away from my face."How do you feel, Vaelira?" he rumbled softly, his thumb tracing the line of my jawline."Better," I whispered, letting out a long, quiet breath. "Much better."Malakor nodded, giving my waist a firm squeeze before leaning down to press a kiss onto my temple. "Good. Because there is someone I want you to meet."He sat up, sliding off the high bed and walking towa

CHAPTER 30: Malakor The heavy oak doors of the high council chamber stood wide, opening into a grand room illuminated by tall arched windows and silver chandeliers.I sat at the head of the long obsidian council table, resting my chin on one propped fist. Around the table sat the high council, the elder lords of Volca-Crest. They were the same old wolves who had sat in the royal dining hall weeks ago, sputtering into their wine cups when I first declared Vaelira as my mate and High Queen.Elder Cassian, a graying, grizzled Alpha who had served my father before me cleared his throat, unrolling a thick parchment map across the dark stone surface."My King," Cassian began, his gravelly voice echoing in the vaulted room. "We must address the northern borders first. Reports from the frontier outposts indicate that the border lords of the Frost-Peak realm have been pushing their iron mining teams past the neutral ridge."I narrowed my eyes, my amber vision sharpening on the drawn mountain