All Chapters of He called me fat....I stole his uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The council session had dragged on far too long.Denver sat at the head of the polished table, one hand resting against the arm of his chair, the other tapping lightly against the wood. Around him, the elders debated patrol rotations along the southern border, their voices rising and falling in methodical cadence.Ordinarily, he would have been fully engaged.But today, his thoughts kept drifting.Something was off.Not a bond. Not a mystical pull. Just instinct.He had spent enough time with Selena to recognize the rhythms of her moods. The way she carried herself. The subtle shifts in her scent when she was amused, nervous, or upset.This morning, after their brief meeting, he had sensed tension—something she hadn’t admitted, something she had tried to hide. He couldn’t shake it, and it had only grown stronger as the day went on.Denver leaned back slightly, maintaining the calm mask expected of a ruler, while the council continued speaking.“—If we move the eastern patrol further n

Selena POV:I should have asked Denver what he meant.Instead, I followed him.Something in the way he had said those words—remind the palace—left very little room for argument. Not because he had ordered me to obey, but because the calm certainty in his voice made it clear he had already made up his mind.The moment we stepped into the main corridor of the palace, several passing servants lowered their heads respectfully.Denver didn’t slow.His stride was steady, purposeful, and I had to move quickly to keep pace beside him as we walked through the wide stone halls.“Denver,” I said quietly, trying again, “what exactly are we doing?”He glanced at me briefly.“Fixing something.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”I exhaled through my nose in frustration.Typical.When Denver decided something needed to be done, he rarely explained the details beforehand.But as we moved deeper into the palace, I began to notice something strange.We weren’t heading

Selena POV:A quiet laugh left him, low and warm.“Or would you rather I go on my knees?” I asked softly.Before he could answer, I slowly slipped down in front of him, my fingers brushing along his waist as I tugged at his clothes.His breath caught the moment he realized what I was doing, the teasing boldness of it making the air between us tighten.He looked down at me, amusement fading into something darker, more heated.“That,” he said quietly, voice rough now, “doesn’t look like an apology.”I tilted my head up at him, a small smile playing on my lips.“Maybe,” I murmured, “I’m trying to make it convincing.”I slowly pulled him free, my fingers wrapping around him as I began to move my hand in slow, careful strokes. The warmth of him against my palm sent a shiver through me, my breath catching at the way his body reacted instantly to the touch.His head tipped back slightly, a quiet exhale leaving him, and the sound alone made heat curl low in my stomach. I kept my movements ste

:Denver.I barely had time to gather myself before a sharp knock at the office door made me snap upright.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, low and rough. Even as I cursed, the sound of it made something coil inside me, tension, irritation… a flicker of amusement I wasn’t ready to admit.Her laugh broke through before I could stop it.“What’s so funny?” I growled, narrowing my eyes at her. Half of me was frustrated; half of me wanted to laugh along. That smirk of hers was dangerous.She bit her lip, still chuckling softly, and I felt the sharp pull of irritation and something else entirely.“Alpha…” came Jacob’s voice from the other side of the door, hesitant but urgent.“Go away,” I snapped without looking at the door, tone sharp enough to wipe even her grin.“It’s urgent, Alpha. There’s something that needs your immediate attention.”I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension tighten in my chest. Every instinct screamed at me to stay here, not to move, but I knew better.“Handle it,

TaliaAfter my last talk with Tiana about getting closer to Denver through his mother, I had been looking for ways to be near the Queen. And as if the universe was on my side, an idea came faster than I expected.I hadn’t been looking for anything when I passed through the kitchen. I usually wandered through the packhouse every now and then to see or hear something useful, something that could help me make my stay here permanent. My steps were quiet, measured. I kept my gaze soft, unassuming.The kitchen staff barely noticed me. To them, I was just another presence in the pack house, someone who belonged enough not to be questioned.It was their conversation that made me stop.“…make sure you remember this,” one of the older women said firmly to a younger girl who looked nervous but eager to please. “The Queen does not eat peanut butter. Not even a trace. She’s severely allergic.”I tilted my head slightly, listening without drawing attention. My pulse ticked faster, just enough to no