All Chapters of He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Selena. Dinner was announced just after sunset.I had hoped the day would end quietly, that I could retreat to my room and gather myself after seeing Silas earlier, but that hope dissolved the moment a servant informed me that the family would be dining together in the private chamber.Family.The word felt heavier tonight.When I entered the chamber, the long wooden table was already set. Candles burned low and steady, casting warm light across polished silver and crystal glasses. Denver’s mother sat at the head of the table, dignified and composed, her presence alone enough to command order.Silas was seated to her right.His new girl sat beside him, her posture elegant, her hands folded neatly in her lap as if she had rehearsed how to belong. She wore a soft smile, but her eyes moved carefully around the room, measuring everything.I took my seat across from Silas.The chair felt colder than usual.Denver had not arrived yet.For a moment, only the soft sound of dishes being place

Denver.I closed the hidden door behind us and allowed the silence inside the room to settle slowly.Selena stood at the center of the room, naked, her body trembling faintly with awareness but her eyes remaining fixed on mine as though she had decided not to escape the weight of my presence even when fear tightened softly around her breathing.She had not seen this side of me before and yet something inside her trusted that the darkness I carried would not swallow her whole.The jealousy still lived inside my chest, slow and burning like a patient animal resting beneath skin every time the memory of another man touching her crossed my mind, not because I feared losing her, but because the thought of Christopher believing he had access to what was mine stirred something territorial and quiet and dangerous inside me.I walked toward the wall where the restraints were kept, letting my fingers move slowly across leather and silk as though choosing between different kinds of trust rather

Selena.The warmth of him lingered in my mouth as I stayed there, breathing softly around him, waiting for the moment he would unravel.“Enough.”The word was spoken quietly, almost gently, but it carried the finality I had come to recognize in Denver’s voice.I did not pull away immediately.Instead, I allowed the tension to fade slowly, my body obeying the unspoken rule that pleasure under his control ended the same way it began — with patience.He withdrew carefully, giving me time to feel the shift, the absence settling inside me like warm, fading heat rather than sudden emptiness.I stayed still for a moment longer, my breathing uneven, my fingers resting faintly where they had held him, caught between obedience and the ghost memory of sensation.The silence between us was not awkward.It was alive.Heavy with exhaustion, satisfaction, and the quiet knowledge that tonight’s discipline had reached its natural boundary.“Stand.”His voice was softer now.I rose slowly, feeling the

Third person POV:By the time Selena entered the dining hall, everyone was already seated.The long oak table was lined with familiar faces — senior pack members, advisers, Denver’s mother at her usual place, and Christopher seated midway down the right side.Denver sat at the head.The seat to his right was empty.Waiting.Conversation softened when Selena stepped inside.“Good morning,” she said calmly.A few voices echoed the greeting. Polite. Neutral.She took the seat beside Denver without hesitation. He did not speak, but his posture shifted almost imperceptibly — as though something had settled into its proper place.Christopher noticed how gracefully Selena carried herself. He had expected timidity and awkwardness, but there was none. Breakfast resumed, light conversation flowing between reports and routine matters. Selena ate with quiet composure, neither withdrawn nor overly present.Halfway through the meal, Denver’s mother set down her teacup.“Selena,” she said warmly,

Third-Person POV:Tiana did not react immediately when she heard what had happened that morning.The head caterer had come to her with careful words and a strained smile.“Madam Selena has requested modifications to the ceremony menu.”Modifications.Tiana had dismissed him with grace. Thanked him for informing her. Smiled.Only when she was alone did the smile fade.She walked slowly through the corridor, her steps measured, her face composed. But beneath the calm exterior, something sharp twisted in her chest.Selena had interrupted her arrangement. Publicly.She had corrected the caterers. Overruled previous planning. Claimed authority.And worse—They had obeyed.That was the part that unsettled her.It was not about the menu.It was about who owned the greater authority.Tiana paused by a tall window, staring at the courtyard below. Servants moved about their duties. Guards rotated shifts. The house functioned like a living organism.And for years, she had understood its pulse.N