MasukMIRANDA Five Months Later...For weeks, I had done everything in my power to avoid Beta Kelvin. I pulled back, kept my head down, and built heavy walls around my heart, constantly reminding myself of who I was. I was just a maid, and he was a royal Beta. Sometimes, fate could be terribly cruel, and I wasn't sure my heart would survive if I let myself dream too far.Adjusting the tray in my hands, I navigated through the crowded hall, trying my best to remain invisible amidst the crowd of nobles and visiting Alphas.“Watch where you're going, lowborn trash!” a harsh voice suddenly barked.Before I could react, an elbow shoved me from behind. My leg caught against the edge of the floor, and the tray tilted in my hands. A little wine spilled over the side, splashing onto the boots of the man standing in front of me.My blood ran cold.I looked up to find a visiting foreign Alpha staring down at his boots before fixing his furious glare on me."I... I am so sorry, Your Eminence," I gaspe
Dearest Readers,Words alone cannot fully express how deeply grateful I am to every single one of you reading this right now.When I first set out to write A Plus-Size Luna For The Lycan King, I wanted to create a story about resilience, self-worth, healing, and a love so strong that it defies all expectations. Watching Olivia’s journey unfold—from a place of self-doubt and seeking validation to stepping into her power as a confident, fierce, and deeply loved Queen—has been an unforgettable ride for me as a writer. But what made this journey truly magical was YOU.To everyone who tagged along from Chapter 1 to this very end: THANK YOU!I honestly wish I could write out your names one after the other right here, just to show you how much I had each and every one of you in mind while typing every single chapter. Whether you’ve been here since day one or you are a newer reader who just stumbled upon this world, you are no exception to my deepest gratitude. If you truly enjoyed this emoti
CLARATwo days later, the front door pulled open, and my mother stepped into the packhouse.I was already waiting in the main sitting room, my nerves had reached to a snapping point. The moment she walked in, looking tired from her travels, I stood up from the sofa and confronted her."Where have you been?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "Is it true? Did you actually go to the Lycan pack?!"My mother let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, dropping her small bag onto the floor. "Clara, please—""Don't 'Clara' me, Mom!" I shouted, fear and anger surging through my chest. "You went there, didn't you?! You went to see Olivia! Do you have any idea what you've done? What if they had locked you up in their dungeons the way they did to my husband? What would you have expected me to say?! Have you lost your mind?!"My mother stared at me for a second, her expression turning hard and frustrated. "Are you ever going to get tired of being an enemy to your own sister?"I recoiled as if she had slapped me a
OLIVIAEverything had finally returned to absolute normal.With Damien out of our way, locked securely in the darkest corner of the dungeons alongside his allied Alphas, a long-awaited peace took over the Lycan kingdom. For the first time in years, the air in the packhouse felt peaceful, free from the chaos of war and constant betrayal.That night, as the cold evening breeze blew against the curtains and into the room, I sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing my hands over my swollen stomach. Lorenzo walked in from his shower, setting down his broadsword before sliding under the covers beside me.He leaned against the pillows, wrapping an arm around my waist, his thumb gently caressing my hip."I heard your mother came today," Lorenzo said softly, breaking the quiet.I looked over at him, resting my head against his shoulder. "Yes. She did.""I hope everything went well?" he asked, searching my face with genuine concern. "Are you alright?"I offered him a soft, peaceful smile. "Everyth
OLIVIAI stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching as the guard escort drove my mother’s car out through the gates. I made sure they cleared the perimeter safely before I finally turned back toward the packhouse.An unexpected sense of peace settled in my chest.If anyone had told me months ago that I would forgive my mother so easily, I would have called them crazy. Looking back at everything she had put me through since my father died—the neglect, the insults, and the cold rejection—I had promised myself that if I ever crossed paths with her again, I would walk past her as if she were a total stranger. I had wanted her to regret every single thing she did to me.Yet, when the moment came, I let go of all that bitterness without a second thought.Maybe I had simply outgrown hatred. I had learned that carrying malice didn't hurt the people who wronged me; it only poisoned my own heart and kept me trapped in the past. Above all, I did it for my father. I knew that wherever he was wa
MRS. PARKERWatching Clara lay broken in her bed, her face pale and her heart shattered by Damien's capture, something inside me finally broke, too.For years, I had allowed myself to be blinded by the expectations of the Redwood pack—blinded by beauty standards, pack status, and superficial pride. I had poured all my affection and praise into Clara simply because she fit the image of a perfect Alpha's mate, while completely casting my eldest daughter aside.When Damien rejected Olivia and banished her into the wild, I hadn't checked on her once. When rumors reached our territory that she had ended up in the Lycan kingdom, I never reached out. I never sent a message or attempted to see if she was starving, if the Lycans had killed her, or if she was even still alive.Now, with both of my daughters pregnant and Damien rotting in the Lycan dungeons, my soul is heavy with guilt. It was deeply unfair of me to stay away any longer. It was time to bring down my pride and face the daughter I







