All Chapters of He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Not her voice.

Third-Person POVSelena did not immediately retreat to rest after she met with the caterers. She maintained composure until she reached the privacy of her alpha's chambers, only then allowing her shoulders to lower slightly as the door closed behind her.The morning had been calculated. Necessary. She had not raised her voice. She had not insulted anyone. She had simply corrected what she believed required correction. Yet the air at the table had shifted the moment she spoke, and she had felt it, the subtle awareness that eyes were measuring her differently.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.Her maid entered quietly, carrying fresh linens. The girl hesitated before setting them down, her expression thoughtful.“May I speak freely, my lady?”Selena turned toward her, surprised by the tone. “Of course.”The maid folded her hands carefully. “I admired what you did this morning. The way you handled the menu and the seating arrangements. You were calm. You were firm. It was impressive

Unwelcomed Guests.

Third-Person POVThe day of the ceremony arrived quietly, and Selena was both excited and nervous.The packhouse had transformed overnight.White and silver decorations stretched across the grand courtyard. Tables were arranged with precision, flowers were placed with deliberate balance, and soft music drifted through the air like breath itself.Candles flickered despite the daylight, their flames steady against the soft spring wind, as if even nature had agreed to behave.Selena stood beside Denver at the entrance hall as dignitaries arrived.She was dressed beautifully.The gown she wore flowed like pale moonlight across her figure, elegant without being loud, refined without drawing unnecessary attention away from her role. Fine silver threading traced the neckline and cuffs, subtle but intentional — a quiet declaration of belonging.Her posture was straight.Her smile was calm.She spoke when required. Nodded when necessary. Listened more than she spoke.She felt alive.Not the an

A challenge?

Third-Person POVDinner continued beneath the warm glow of the chandeliers, the light reflecting softly against polished silver and crystal glasses.The long table had grown quieter as most of the visiting dignitaries drifted toward the courtyard. Music floated faintly through the open doors, gentle enough not to interrupt conversation but present enough to remind everyone that the evening’s ceremony was still unfolding beyond the walls.Selena sat composed at Denver’s side, her posture relaxed but attentive as servants moved quietly between guests, clearing plates and refilling wine glasses.Her parents sat across from her.Talia is beside them.For several minutes the conversation remained polite, revolving around the success of the ceremony and the strength of the pack that had hosted it.Then the topic shifted.Selena noticed the change immediately when her mother’s tone softened.“We have discussed something important,” she said carefully.Selena folded her hands lightly in her l

You Must Be Proud

The ceremony unfolded beneath the warm glow of hundreds of suspended lanterns that drifted gently in the evening air like small captured stars. Music carried softly through the courtyard as musicians played near the marble fountain, their instruments weaving a calm rhythm beneath the quiet conversations of nobles, pack leaders, and honored guests who had gathered for the occasion. Servants moved gracefully between groups, carrying trays of wine and delicate dishes, while the scent of flowers and polished wood lingered beneath the night sky.Among the guests, Denver’s mother walked slowly along the stone pathway beside Tiana, greeting those who stepped forward to offer their respects. She carried herself with the quiet authority of a woman accustomed to being listened to, and people naturally made space for her as she passed. Tiana walked beside her with careful elegance, her posture straight and composed, her smile practiced but pleasant.They paused occasionally to exchange pleasa

An alpha's claim

Selena.Denver did not slow his pace once we left the circle of lantern light behind.I had barely said goodbye to the guests before his hand closed firmly around mine and guided me away from the gathering, his fingers warm and steady as he led me along the quiet stone pathway that curved behind the courtyard gardens.Music and voices from the celebration faded slowly as we walked.I struggled to match his long stride, curiosity and unease tightening somewhere inside my chest.“Denver,” I said quietly as we passed beneath an archway wrapped in pale climbing roses. “What is the problem?”He did not answer.His grip on my hand tightened slightly, not painfully but with deliberate certainty that told me he had no intention of stopping.“Denver,” I tried again, softer this time.Still, he said nothing.The path curved toward a corridor that opened into the interior wing of the palace. Lanterns lined the walls, painting warm gold light across polished marble.I watched him.There was somet

A moment with the alpha.

Talia.The lanterns above the courtyard drifted gently in the night air, casting soft golden light across the marble paths and the guests who still lingered beneath the music and laughter of the ceremony. From where I stood near one of the white stone columns, the entire gathering unfolded before me like a carefully arranged performance, every noble smile and polite conversation hiding thoughts that were rarely as pleasant as the expressions people chose to display.My parents were still speaking with other guests a short distance away, their voices polite and eager as they continued the conversation they had begun after Denver pulled Selena away. I had long ago learned to recognize the particular tone my mother used when she wished to impress someone of higher standing. It was clear that she had been trying very hard tonight.Yet my attention had drifted elsewhere.Across the courtyard, I watched the direction in which my sister had disappeared only moments earlier.Denver had take

Deception

Denver.Selena was still asleep when I left the room.She had been exhausted the night before in a way that had nothing to do with physical strain alone. The ceremony, her parents, the expectations she carried even when she tried not to show them… all of it had settled quietly inside her until it showed in the softness of her breathing against my chest after everything had ended.Her hair was spread across the pillow the way it usually was when she was too tired to care about perfect posture or controlled movement. I had stood beside the bed for a moment before leaving, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, making certain her breathing was steady.I stepped out from the main house into air still cool enough to hold the scent of pine and damp earth drifting gently across the courtyard. Morning settled over the pack grounds the way it usually did, carrying the familiar rhythm of work beginning before the sun fully revealed itself over the eastern horizon.Younger pack members g

Crumbs

Selena POVThough still exhausted, I woke up already aware of my plans for the day. Denver was no longer in bed, which meant he had woken earlier and possibly gone out. After a quick bath and finishing my morning routine, I stepped out of the room.Servants crossed the stone paths carrying baskets of linens and flowers for the halls, guards rotated positions near the gates, and several younger wolves had gathered near the training ring where the first practice session of the day had already begun.Life in the royal pack moved with a rhythm that never fully stopped.I had begun to enjoy that rhythm.For the first time in my life, I felt as though I belonged somewhere.The thought brought a faint smile to my face as I crossed the courtyard steps, my fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of the dress I had chosen that morning. It was simple, one of the lighter gowns the palace seamstress had prepared for daily wear, but it was comfortable and allowed me to move freely through the pa

Alliance

Talia POV.The corridor to my room felt longer than usual. My heels clicked softly against the polished stone, each step echoing in the quiet morning. My stomach churned, I couldn’t shake the sting of humiliation.Selena. She dared to stand her ground. She had the nerve to look me in the eye and answer back. I could still see her posture, the calm defiance in the way she held herself, and the faint flush on her cheeks that didn’t hide her composure.I should have been furious, and I was, but there was disbelief too. The Selena I had known growing up in the pack had been timid, the girl who always melted under pressure, who never spoke up when I challenged her. Never.And yet here she was, standing tall, speaking with a confidence I hadn’t expected. I gritted my teeth.I was so absorbed in my frustration that I didn’t notice the soft footsteps approaching until a voice cut through the quiet corridor.“You’re taking this very seriously.”I lifted my head slowly. Tiana was walking toward

Doubts

Selena POV:After I walked out on Talia, I couldn’t shake her words. The sharpness, the insinuations, the quiet barbs—they lingered like a shadow across my thoughts.I had stood my ground, stared her down, and reminded her that Denver had chosen me. Yet her words had planted seeds of doubt. What if some of it was true? What if I didn’t deserve this position?I had grown used to Denver’s presence, to the way he kept me close, to the quiet, obsessive care he claimed to give. But no matter how much he said he cared, it didn’t change the facts. He wasn’t my mate. Not officially. Not truly. And if he ever found his second chance mate, where would that leave me?The thought made my stomach tighten, but I pushed it down. I had work to do. The palace didn’t wait on doubts, and neither would the pack.I moved through the halls methodically, gathering the ceremonial items from the previous night. The velvet sashes, polished silver trays, and finely embroidered cushions all needed proper storage

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