All Chapters of He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Denver.I was halfway down the hall to my room when one of the guards walked up to me.“Alpha, Tiana was here asking for you,” he said. “She’s waiting.”I didn’t think twice. “Give her access.”The door to my room had barely shut behind me when I started pulling off my jacket. My body felt heavy, tired down to the bone. It had been a long day. A long road. Too many thoughts I didn’t want to sit with yet.I was unbuttoning my shirt when my door opened.Tiana.She didn’t pause or hesitate. She ran straight at me and wrapped her arms around my torso like she always had, something that had always felt normal, until now.“I missed you,” she said into my chest. “So much.”I exhaled slowly and rested a hand on her back, trying my best not to let my discomfort show.“Well,” I said quietly, “I’m back now. You don’t have to miss me anymore.”She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes bright, face soft.Tiana wasn’t just a friend; she was my best friend from childhood. She was a member of o

SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived with clean clothes and assisted me in dressing. Everything she brought was simple, clean, and clearly chosen for me. Though it wasn't exactly my style, it was appropriate and comfortable. When I was ready, she led me through long halls and down a wide staircase toward the dining hall.The space was large and open, filled with natural light from tall windows. Long tables stretched across the room, but one table sat apart, larger and more formal than the rest.Denver was already there.So was a woman I recognized immediately as his mother. She had his posture and his stillness, but her eyes were colder. More measured.Another woman was seated nearby.When I entered, the room, it shifted.Not dra

Denver.I was heading back to my room that evening when a guard intercepted me.“Alpha… your mother would like to see you in the sitting room,” he said.I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to wipe away the fatigue that had settled into my bones after the endless meetings, the elders’ scrutiny, and the unrelenting weight of the pack. “Now?” I muttered, voice low. “It’s been a long day… tell her I’ll be there in a moment.”The guard shook his head. “She insisted, Alpha. She says it’s important.”I let out a long, quiet sigh. “Important… of course it is.” I squared my shoulders. “Fine.”----I found her in the sitting room, as I had expected.My mother reclined in the large chair by the window, the sunlight catching her pale hair and casting shadows across her sharp features. Her posture was measured and precise, but the faint tremor in her fingers betrayed her agitation. She had been waiting. I could feel it from the moment I entered the hall.“Mother,” I said, inclining my head.Sh

Selena. The moment Denver opened his door and stepped aside, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t desire, not yet—it was calmness. Something quiet, unspoken, and entirely his.I stepped into his room slowly, letting my eyes take him in. I’d seen countless rooms in the pack house, each impressive in its own way, but none felt like this. I had expected dark authority, imposing dominance. Instead, his space radiated warmth and intention.Soft amber light kissed the walls, highlighting canvases that seemed to hold meaning beyond mere decoration. One painting in particular caught my eye: a lone wolf perched on a cliff beneath a silver sky, strong yet solitary. I wondered if he saw himself there.I let my fingers trail across the carved edge of a dresser, tracing the smooth oak. I realized I’d been holding my breath. “It’s beautiful,” I said softly.His gaze didn’t wander to the room. It stayed on me, calm and assessing, yet with something softer beneath the surface. “I had it designed,”

Selena. By midday, my desk was covered with papers, and I had pushed my chair closer to the window so I could use the light while I worked. I had already written three different drafts for the guest arrangement because I did not want anyone whispering that I had placed them in the wrong position. When my maid entered after I rang for her, she bowed her head and waited quietly. “I need your help,” I said, motioning for her to come closer. “Tell me how the last ceremony was handled. Not just the decorations. I want to know everything.” She looked slightly surprised. “Everything, miss?” “Yes. Who sat closest to the Alpha? Who spoke first? Who was offended? What went wrong?” She moved nearer to the desk and folded her hands. “The elders sit directly across from the Alpha’s mother. The allied packs are placed on the right side of the hall. The warriors stand behind in rows.” I wrote as she spoke. “And the welcoming drink,” I continued, “who presents it?” “The future lady of the hou