kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna
For twenty-three years, Amara Everhart has been called many things.
Fat,cursed,unworthy.
A disgrace to the Moon Goddess.
As the plus-size daughter of a murdered Alpha, she is forced to live as a servant inside the very pack that should have worshipped her. Her stepmother rules through cruelty, her stepsister steals everything that should have belonged to her, and the entire werewolf world believes Amara was born without a wolf.
What they don't know is that her wolf isn't missing.
It was sealed.
On the night of the Blood Moon Gathering, every Alpha on the continent witnesses the impossible when the most feared Alpha alive is revealed as Amara's destined mate.
But instead of claiming her...
He publicly rejects her.
The humiliation becomes the greatest spectacle in werewolf history.
Yet the moment his rejection touches her soul, an ancient seal shatters.
Amara was never born to become someone's Luna.
She was born to become the Queen the Moon Goddess herself once crowned.
Long before Alphas ruled the werewolf world, there existed Moon Queens whose command could bring the strongest warriors to their knees with a single word. They vanished a thousand years ago, erased from history by the very men who stole their throne.
Amara is the last of their bloodline.
Now, the woman they mocked returns with a power no Alpha can resist, secrets capable of destroying every ruling pack, and a single promise that sends fear through the continent:
"The day you laughed at me was the last day you stood above me."
As kingdoms crumble, loyalties shatter, and the Alpha who rejected her begs for another chance, Amara has only one destiny.
Not to become his Luna.
But to make an entire world kneel before its rightful Queen.
Lire
Chapter: CHAPTER 43: THE FRACTURED THRONETANYA'S POVI departed the western archives an hour later without a physical document, but with absolute clarity.Amara was no longer acting like a discarded, weeping outcast. She was uncovering pieces of an ancient puzzle, and Kael Draven was shielding her discoveries from his own council.I found Kael in the grand council chamber of the eastern spire.The massive oak doors were standing open. Kael was standing near the long strategy table, staring intently at a massive map of the northern border territories. Five senior council members and military commanders surrounded him, arguing in low, heated tones.The High Alpha looked thoroughly exhausted.His silver-black hair was unkempt, his crimson velvet coat was thrown carelessly over a nearby chair, and his linen shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Dark, bruised shadows sat beneath his striking silver eyes.He hadn't slept. Again.My chest tightened—not with tender concern, but with a sharp, bitter irritation. Kael ha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 42: THE BOOK BEHIND THE LOCKED DOORTANYA'S POVI did not sleep that night.Not because I was frightened. Fear was a completely useless emotion when one possessed enough intelligence and patience to evaluate facts and make precise decisions.I was simply thinking.The Moon Circle.The sacred ritual had existed for centuries, forming the foundation of modern wolf society. Every monarch, every high lord, and every noble child in the Twelve Kingdoms was taught its fundamental history from infancy. The Moon Circle recognized the strength, divine right, and political legitimacy of ruling bloodlines. It was an ancient symbol of authority and absolute order—nothing more.At least, that was what the High Council wanted the realm to believe.Having spent years studying old royal documents to perfect my political standing, I knew that official court history was rarely complete. History was drafted by survivors—and survivors were not always interested in preserving the unvarnished truth.I sat beside the grand arched wind
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Chapter: CHAPTER 41: THE WOMAN WHO KNEW HOW TO LISTENTANYA'S POVThe iron-wrought palace gates swung wide open before my carriage even reached the outer perimeter.I watched the familiar black metal bars slice inward, revealing the long, white-marble road that swept straight up toward the grand facade of the Imperial Palace.The moment my carriage crossed the threshold onto the inner grounds, my eyes caught a detail that instantly made me sit up straighter against the velvet cushions.Three royal guards were standing in tight formation outside the arches of the western entrance.They were not ordinary estate guards. They were Royal Sentinels—the elite, iron-clad warriors assigned exclusively to protect the High Alpha, the Inner War Council, and the most restricted zones of the fortress.One of them was leaned down, speaking in hushed, urgent tones to a young palace attendant. The attendant looked terrified, his knuckles white around his parchment ledger.The sentinel looked worse—his jaw set in a hard, anxious line beneath his s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 40: THE PRICE OF A PLACE BESIDE THE THRONETANYA'S POV I watched Amara disappear around the corner of the grand stone archway. I did not move a muscle. The heavy, rhythmic sound of her footsteps gradually faded down the marble corridor until the immense, echoing space of the palace swallowed her completely. Only then did I slowly turn back toward the closed double doors of Kael's private council chamber. The two Imperial Guards standing outside immediately straightened their backs, their iron boots clicking together as their hands tightened on the shafts of their ceremonial spears. I offered them a calm, radiant smile. "How long was she inside?" The older guard's scarred face turned cautious, his brow furrowing slightly beneath his steel helmet. "Lady Tanya—" "I asked you a simple, straightforward question," I purred softly, stepping closer. He glanced nervously at his younger companion before answering in a low, measured tone. "Approximately two hours, my lady." Two hours. My smile remained rigidly in pl
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Chapter: CHAPTER 39: THE WOMAN BESIDE THE THRONETANYA'S POVThe heavy, iron-reinforced doors of the palace closed with a deep, reverberating thud behind Amara.I continued staring fixedly at the carved dark oak long after her form disappeared. For several agonizing seconds, I didn't move a single muscle, my spine rigid beneath the weight of my sweeping white velvet gown.Behind me, the low, hushed chatter of the surrounding noblewomen began to swell once more, like a nest of disturbed hornets."Did you see that?""The Captain of the Royal Imperial Guard... he personally bowed and escorted her inside!""Why? Whatever for?""Perhaps... perhaps that golden invitation truly was deliberate after all.""Impossible! Don't be ridiculous!""Why impossible?""Because she is—"The woman abruptly bit her tongue, catching herself before the loud words could fully leave her mouth.She didn't need to finish her sentence. I knew precisely what she wanted to say, because every single noble in the Twelve Kingdoms was thinking the exact
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Chapter: Chapter 38: The Palace Laughed TooAMARA'S POVThe next morning, I woke long before the first golden rays of sunrise cut through the horizon.For several agonizing seconds, I remained perfectly still beneath the heavy covers, staring blankly at the pale morning light beginning to seep through the tall velvet curtains.Then, like a violent wave, every memory of the previous night rushed back into my mind.The Royal Palace.The golden invitation.My mother’s midnight-blue dress.And the cruel, unrelenting laughter echoing through the halls of House Everhart.My stomach twisted into a painful, tight knot. For one brief, terrifying moment, the old, familiar instinct returned to drag me down.Hide, the voice whispered in my head. Stay in bed. Pull the covers over your head and tell the household you fell ill. Let Vivian and Serena run to the capital and tell everyone that you were far too embarrassed to show your face.It would be so much easier. So infinitely easier than stepping back into the fire.Then, the m
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The Return Of The Heiress
She married a billionaire CEO, only to be neglected by him and despised by his relatives. Their marriage was nothing but an empty shell.
When her husband brought his first love into their home, she finally snapped and slammed the divorce agreement onto his desk.
He sneered, "You'll regret this."
She walked away without looking back. But suddenly, a group of powerful, handsome brothers descends from the sky to protect her. The shocking truth came to light: she was actually the long-lost daughter of a billionaire family.
Her eldest brother, a business tycoon, immediately handed her shares worth billions.
Her second brother, a top lawyer, ensured her ex-husband left the marriage with nothing.
Her third brother, a superstar, announced to the whole world that she was his one and only sister.
After the divorce, she shone brighter than ever, living her life like a queen.
And when her ex-husband came back, begging for her, "Please… give me another chance," her brothers only smirked coldly,
"Chasing after our sister? You're not even worthy."
Lire
Chapter: Chapter 11: The Echo of a PhantomIsabella's POVI didn't know why I woke up crying.There was no sudden nightmare to shake me awake, no jarring noise cutting through the stillness of the room, no conscious memory rising up to haunt me. Just silent, heavy tears tracking down my cheeks before my eyes had even adjusted to the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.For a long minute, I lay completely still, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the ceiling. The world was quiet. The sun cast long, warm ribbons of gold across the hardwood floor. Everything around me suggested peace.Yet, an unbearable, suffocating heaviness had settled over my chest.Without thinking, my hand drifted down, resting gently over my lower stomach. It was becoming an instinct—a quiet, desperate physical reflex. The tiny, fragile life growing inside me couldn't hear me yet, but my heart pounded so loudly against my ribs that I felt as though the child must feel every vibration.I closed my eyes, my throat tighteni
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Chapter: Chapter 10: The Architecture of ControlRichard Blackwood's POVRichard Blackwood hated surprises.To him, a surprise was not an accident; it was a symptom of incompetence. He had built an empire spanning continents by ensuring that the future was always bought, paid for, and entirely predictable. Every meeting was choreographed weeks in advance. Every hostile takeover had three layers of contingency. Every enemy was meticulously profiled long before they even realized they were standing in his crosshairs.Control was the oxygen he breathed.Which was why the sudden, chaotic existence of Isabella Morrison irritated him more than he cared to admit. It was a variable he hadn't accounted for, a loose thread in a tapestry he had woven perfectly twenty-eight years ago.He stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass of Blackwood Tower, one hand resting casually in his pocket. Below him, the New York skyline stretched out like a grid of circuit boards—vast, cold, and entirely under his thumb.Behind him, a boardroom filled with
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The Ghost in the MachineIsabella's POVThe silence in the room stretched so thin I could hear the rhythmic, heavy brass pendulum of the grandfather clock in the corner.Tick.Tick.Tick.Five pairs of eyes—each a different shade of Morrison steel—remained locked on me.Daniel was the first to break the quiet. His voice didn't rise, but it carried the weight of an absolute decree."No."I blinked, holding his gaze. "...You don't even know the plan yet.""I don't need to." He leaned back, his expression entirely calm, though the muscles in his jaw were wound tight. "If it involves Richard Blackwood, and it involves you taking a single step toward him, the answer is an unconditional no.""I agree," Sebastian chimed in instantly, his fingers tapping a sharp, impatient rhythm against his coffee mug.Nathan didn't speak, but his slow, solemn nod was deafening.In the corner, Julian folded his arms across his chest, his usual playful smirk completely gone. Even my grandfather, sitting at the head of the
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Chapter: CHAPTER 8: SECRETS AND STRATEGIESIsabella's POVThe second my eyes landed on the message, my stomach twisted so violently that I nearly dropped my phone.THE BABY SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEADFor a brief moment, the room around me disappeared.The voices faded.The television screens blurred.All I could think about was the threat.Not against me.Against my child.A sharp wave of nausea crashed into me without warning.I shot to my feet so suddenly that my chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing everyone's attention."Isabella?" Daniel called immediately.I didn't answer.My hand flew to my mouth as another wave hit me.Without another word, I turned and rushed out of the breakfast room.I could hear my family calling after me as I hurried down the hallway, but I didn't stop.The nausea kept building until it became impossible to ignore.By the time I reached the nearest bathroom, I was already pushing the door open with trembling hands.I barely made it to the toilet before I threw up.My entire body shook as I gr
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Chapter: CHAPTER 7_OPENING MOVESIsabella's POVBy seven in the morning, the entire Morrison estate had transformed into a war room.Lawyers moved through the hallways carrying stacks of documents like waiters at cocktail parties. I didn't even know you could have more than one lawyer.Security personnel stood at every entrance.Phones rang nonstop. It was like I was in a telecommunications office.Televisions played news coverage from every major network.And every single screen was talking about Richard Blackwood.I walked into the breakfast room and found all four brothers already there.Nathan was staring at six computer screens at once.Sebastian was reading financial reports, Julian was scrolling through social media, and Daniel was on a conference call.None of them looked happy which was strange because they always looked happy."Good morning?" I said carefully, scanning their faces again.Nathan looked up. "No."“Not a good morning?”“Not at all.” Julian was the one that spoke."That bad?”"Worse than bad.” N
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Chapter: CHAPTER 6: THE FIRST STRIKEIsabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack.I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop. Notifications flooded my screen faster than I could read them. News alerts, social media mentions, interview requests from every major outlet in the country. My Instagram had gone from three hundred followers to three million overnight. People I hadn't spoken to since the orphanage were suddenly messaging me saying they always knew I was special.The business world was even more intense. My assistant sent me a list of meeting requests that was twenty pages long. Every venture capital firm wan
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Sold To The Ruthless Lycan King
For nineteen years, Lyra lived with iron chains around her wrists and scars across her soul.
Born a slave, she was taught that her life had only one purpose—to obey, endure, and survive. After her cruel master loses everything to gambling, Lyra is sold at the largest slave auction on the continent, where kings, Alphas, and wealthy nobles gather to buy human lives as if they were livestock.
She expects another monster.
Instead, she is purchased by the most feared ruler alive.
Kael Draven, the Ruthless Lycan King.
The king whose name mothers whisper to frighten their children.
The king who conquered kingdoms, slaughtered traitors without mercy, and has never spared anyone who dared to cross him.
To Kael, Lyra is nothing more than a slave.
Nothing could be more insulting than discovering that the broken girl he bought... is his fated mate.
Refusing to accept fate's cruel joke, Kael hides the truth and keeps her by his side as a slave, determined to bury the bond before anyone discovers it.
But Lyra is far from ordinary.
The mysterious mark branded into her skin is not the symbol of a slave—it is the seal of an ancient bloodline long believed to have been wiped out.
Now the ruthless king who swore never to love must choose between protecting the woman he refuses to claim... or watching the world burn to keep his darkest secret buried.
Because the slave everyone pitied...
...was never meant to kneel.
She was born to rule.
And when the truth is finally revealed, crowns will fall, kingdoms will bleed, and the Moon Goddess herself will demand a price no one is prepared to pay.
He bought her as his slave.
Fate chose her as his mate.
The world will remember her as its queen.
Lire
Chapter: Chapter 24: The Girl from the Burning VillageLyra's POVThe grand throne room faded into nonexistence.The armored guards standing at attention. The cold black stone walls. The towering pillars carved with snarling wolves. Even Kael standing before me on the obsidian dais.Everything blurred beneath the suffocating weight of a single sentence.Tell the Lycan King what you really are.My fingers curled tightly into fists at my sides, my nails biting into my palms.Varek smiled. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me in this moment. He had always known precisely how to tear me apart."Lyra."Kael's voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade. I couldn't bring myself to look at him."What happened the night your village burned?"My throat instantly closed up tight. Nothing. I said absolutely nothing.Kael's crimson eyes narrowed. "Answer me, Lyra."Varek let out a weak, raspy laugh from the floor. "She won't."Kael's head turned slowly toward the bloody trader. "Why?""Because she knows what she is," V
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Chapter: Chapter 23: The Price of Touching What Is MineLyra's POVVarek's heavy boots kicked uselessly in the cold air, suspended three feet above the packed snow.Kael held him aloft by his bare throat with a single hand. One hand.The Black Fang leader's face had turned a deep, unnatural purple, his gnarled fingers clawing frantically and helplessly at the King's massive wrist."Put him down!" one of the remaining, terrified mercenaries suddenly shouted, raising a sword with trembling hands.Kael's crimson eyes slowly shifted toward the man. The raw, predatory promise in that look was so severe that the mercenary immediately took a forced step back, his blade lowering.Kael looked back at Varek, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly calm register. "Put you down?"Varek's bloodshot eyes twisted with pure, suffocating panic.Kael's grip tightened further. "No."The horrific sound of cartilage and bone grinding filled the quiet courtyard. Varek's eyes bulged in their sockets.I flinched, my whole body jerking back.Kael notice
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Chapter: Chapter 22: The Night RaidLyra's POVNight swallowed the mountain like an absolute, inescapable tide.A freezing wind howled violently against the thick stone walls of the fortress, rattling the narrow, iron-barred windows of my small cell. I sat curled on the cold floor, hugging my knees tightly against my chest to keep from shivering.No matter how hard I tried to clear my head, I couldn't stop thinking about Varek's parting words in the throne room.“You'll come home eventually, little bird. You always do.”The venomous words echoed over and over in my mind like a dark curse. No... that place was never my home. It had been a living hell. A brutal prison of chains, scars, and broken spirits.A loud, abrupt knock broke the silence of the corridor.The heavy cell door swung open with a slow, grinding groan. Beta Cassian stood outside, his tall frame illuminated by the flickering torchlight."Get up, Lyra."Fear instantly clenched my chest into a tight knot. "...Where are you taking me?" I asked, my v
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Chapter: Chapter 21: The Men Who Owned MeLyra's POVThe grand throne room felt even colder than the raging mountain blizzard outside.Its vaulted ceiling disappeared entirely into deep, shifting shadows, supported by towering black marble pillars carved with the likenesses of snarling, ancient wolves. At the far end of the hall, the Lycan King's throne stood on a raised dais of jagged obsidian, glinting dangerously under the dim torchlight.Everything about this room was explicitly designed to remind visitors of one absolute truth.Power. Absolute, terrifying power.I stood trembling at the foot of the dais, an iron chain clipped firmly to the heavy metal collar around my neck. It wasn't because Kael feared I would suddenly turn and run.It was because appearances mattered in the Northern Court. A slave remained a slave, no matter how well they fought in the snow.Beta Cassian stood as rigid as a statue to the King's right. Rows of heavily armored guards lined both sides of the vast hall, their expressions completely
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Chapter: Chapter 20: The Slave Traders ReturnLyra's POVThe slow, echoing applause finally died away.The vast training grounds returned to that familiar, suffocating silence. I tightened my bleeding, trembling fingers around the rough hilt of the wooden sword, pouring every ounce of my remaining focus into stopping my hands from shaking.Every single breath felt like a knife twisting between my ribs. The flesh across my back throbbed beneath the layers of linen, and a hot, steady trickle of blood continued to run down from the cut above my eyebrow, painting the side of my face crimson.Kael stood only a few feet away, his towering frame cutting an imposing figure against the gray winter sky. His piercing crimson eyes swept over my broken posture, tracking the violent purple blooming across my skin."You can barely stand," he observed, his voice completely flat."I am standing," I whispered.The defiant words slipped past my bloody lips before my conscious mind could even think to stop them.Several of the nearby recrui
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Chapter: Chapter 19: Blood on the Training GroundLyra's POVThe next morning, the sun didn't bother showing its face.A thick, heavy blanket of fresh snow covered the training grounds, pristine and untouched until my dragging boots ruined the surface. My entire body screamed in agonizing protest with every single step I took. The deep bruises from yesterday's torment had matured into a violent shade of dark purple, and the raw whip marks slicing across my back burned like liquid fire beneath my fresh bandages.Yet, I forced myself to stand exactly where Beta Cassian had ordered me to.The new recruits were already waiting for me. There were twenty of them in total. Young, incredibly strong, and brimming with the arrogant, volatile energy of untamed wolves. Every single one of them towered over my slight frame.They looked at me with open, mocking amusement, their breath misting heavily in the freezing air."That's the King's prized slave?" one murmured."She won't last a single minute out here.""Honestly, I don't even want
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