The Lycan's plus size Queen 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

CHAPTER 51The Grand Hall of Volca-Crest was packed to its high vaulted ceilings, the heavy scent of burning pine torches, polished stone, and nervous anticipation hanging thick in the air. Massive banners of the Crown, the Blood-Fang, and the Voss packs hung heavy along the towering pillars, and the low, restless murmurs of assembled nobles, visiting court dignitaries, and military commanders filled the cavernous space.Down near the raised dais, the senior elders sat in their finest silken robes. Elder Vane sat tall and rigid, looking entirely too self-satisfied as he waited for the formal assembly to begin, utterly convinced the Crown was about to announce another military or political victory orchestrated by his traditionalist faction. Beside the council seats stood Alpha Lucius of the Voss pack, tall and dark-haired, his arm draped possessively around his mate, Lady Seraphine, whose sharp, calculating eyes swept over the gathering like a hawk searching for prey.Further down the

CHAPTER 53The echoing silence of the inner stone corridors felt like a blessed relief after the suffocating glare of a hundred nobles.Instead of turning back toward our private chamber, Malakor took my hand, his large, calloused fingers interlocking securely with mine. Without a word, he led me away from the grand halls, up a narrow, spiraling stone staircase that wound past the high ramparts, climbing higher and higher until we reached the highest open-air balcony of Volca-Crest.The cold mountain wind rushed around us, crisp and biting, carrying the sharp, clean scent of pine and high-altitude snow. Far below, the lights of the capital flickered like scattered stars against the dark, shadowy valley, while the vast expanse of the night sky stretched out above us, brilliant and infinite.I shivered slightly as the wind caught the heavy edge of my emerald velvet mantle, but before the chill could sink into my skin, Malakor stepped behind me. His massive, radiating body warmth envelop

CHAPTER 55: Vaelira's POV The rest of the week was quiet, court meetings, elders' pride... no one dared say a word against me. They were too embarrassed to even raise their heads.The morning sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the Queen’s receiving chamber, casting long, geometric patterns of amber and gold across the polished marble floor. I stood near the high arched windows, reviewing a ledger of grain distribution for the border villages, my mind quiet and focused.Standing attentively behind my right shoulder was Leandra. Her hand rested on the hilt of her ceremonial blade, her sharp gaze scanning the entryways as she fulfilled her duty as my sworn guard. She had congratulated me multiple times just this week, proud that I showed those obnoxious people who was Queen.I chuckled at how it felt like she was the one who got the position not me.A sharp, formal knock echoed through the chamber, followed by the head steward announcing, "Lady Seraphine of the Voss

CHAPTER 57: Malakor The scratch of Vaelira’s quill was the only sound left in the study. She had been bent over the same stack of trade tariffs for the last hour, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed into a faint, stubborn line of concentration.I sat across the low table from her, my arms crossed over my chest, watching her ignore me completely. Deep in my chest, my Lycan beast paced back and forth, low rumbles of impatience stirring against my ribs. My inner wolf had zero interest in grain counts or border taxes—he wanted our mate, and he was furious at being made to wait.Since taking up her position as Chief Advisor, Vaelira had developed a habit of treating state documents with far more attention than she showed her King. Every time I tried to speak to her, she would offer a distracted nod, her dark eyes darting right back to parchment.I stood up, the legs of my heavy chair scraping quietly against the polished floor. I didn't say a word. I simply walked around the table, stopp

CHAPTER 59She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to my mouth for a brief, breathless second before snapping back up to my eyes. The sheer vulnerability in her gaze made my heart thump wildly against my ribs."I need to get up," she murmured, her voice softening as she tried to sound serious, even as her fingers sub-consciously toyed with the collar of my tunic. "The state ledgers... the timber reports from yesterday. The council elders are going to expect my assessment on the southern trade by noon.""The council elders can wait," I said flatly."Malakor, I am the Chief Advisor," she protested, her eyebrows drawing together. "If I miss a morning session without a valid reason, Lord Vane and the rest of them will start whispering that I'm taking the position lightly.""Let them whisper," I replied, shifting my weight so I was hovering over her, trapping her beneath the cool silk of the sheets and the heavy heat of my body. "If any elder on that council has a problem with my Chief Advis