All Chapters of The Alpha King's Plus Size Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Olivia’s POVThe fight continued with terrifying intensity and pressure.There were no flashy techniques now.No complicated spells.No elaborate secret skills.Just brutal primal fists crashing against one another and devastating kicks colliding with bone-breaking force.Raw.Swift.Brutal.Alpha Damien attacked like an enraged beast finally unleashed from its chains.He bombarded Alpha Kingsley relentlessly with savage punches and heavy kicks without giving him the slightest breathing space.But Alpha Kingsley wasn’t holding back either.Every attack Alpha Damien unleashed was returned with equal brutality and terrifying force.The sounds of flesh smashing against flesh echoed violently throughout the arena.The heat of pure animalistic battle spread everywhere.Each collision between the two Lycan Lords produced violent shockwaves that shook the audience seats and rattled the eardrums of everyone present.Even I had to cover my ears at some point from the constant explosive impacts

Olivia’s POV“A top-tier Grade One Secret Technique…” someone beside me muttered in shock.“You must be kidding, right?” he asked in disbelief.“I can’t believe I, Old Wu, would witness such a divine skill in this lifetime,” Old Wu replied, his expression resembling reverence and worship rather than simple admiration.The discussion between Old Wu and his suspected granddaughter soon spread through the entire audience, drawing murmurs of shock, disbelief, envy, and excitement.Many people initially argued against it, claiming it was impossible. However, after several Lycan Lords and a few Elders from the council confirmed it, the reality became undeniable.It was truly a Top-Tier Grade One Secret Technique.The crowd could only gossip in envy and jealousy while the members of the Blood Moon Pack breathed out in relief. The worry that had clouded their faces moments ago was replaced by pride and excitement.I too released a quiet breath.Only then did I realize I had been holding it al

Olivia’s POV“I can’t and I won’t,” I replied, turning to leave.Staying any longer would only bring more embarrassment and insults, and I was already fed up.“You’ve left me with no choice, Olivia,” my father growled darkly.Instantly, I felt a strange sensation wash over me.A cold premonition.A feeling that something was terribly wrong.“Do you recognize this?”He brought out an old-looking jar.The moment I saw it, all the color drained from my face.My breathing stopped.My hand instinctively flew to my chest.“Wh… what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking like that of a stammerer.“I didn’t want to do this,” he replied, holding the jar in one hand.“But you have grown too obstinate, and as your father, I need to put you in check.”The way he held it sent terror rushing through me.One careless movement.One slip.And everything would be gone.“Please don’t!”“That’s Grandma’s ashes.”“The only thing left of her.”Tears instantly filled my eyes.“Get down on your knees and

Olivia’s POV“What is going on here?”Alpha Kingsley strode into the hall confidently, dressed in a long golden robe adorned with intricate white embroidery and elegant detailing that shimmered beneath the sacred flames illuminating the hall.The murmuring crowd fell silent instantly.A path opened before him as people hurriedly stepped aside.And there I was.In the middle of the floor.Battered.Bruised.Looking absolutely wretched.Blood stained my dress and skin. Small cuts and scratches covered my body, but the worst were my hands, which had been sliced open while I desperately tried to gather the shattered remains of the jar that had contained my late grandmother’s ashes.The moment our eyes met, I saw something flicker in his gaze.A deep frown appeared on his face.Then his jaw tightened.His fists clenched so hard that even from where I sat on the floor, I could hear the faint cracking of his knuckles.For a brief moment, relief washed through me.Yeah.At least he would judg

Olivia’s POV And then I came to a realization. Alpha Kingsley’s question wasn’t meant to set me free. It wasn’t meant to uncover the truth. It was meant to plunge me deeper into the abyss. To push me over the cliff with no hand reaching out to save me. Who would speak up for a fragile, wolfless girl whose greatest possession was the extra flesh on her body? Who would seek justice for someone whose own family had cast her into darkness? They said blood ties were the most sacred bonds in existence. The strongest. The purest. Mine, however, felt thinner than water. Sometimes I wouldn’t have been surprised if it turned out alcohol ran through my veins instead, because whatever bound me to those people was far more poisonous and destructive than anything good. In this cruel world that worshipped strength, status, powerful bloodlines, and influential backing, who would dare stand up for someone with nothing to offer in return? “Hahahaha…” I laughed out loud. T