All Chapters of The Alpha King's Plus Size Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Olivia's POV Bang. I collided with something hard. The force of it knocked the air out of me. My forehead hit his chest, and for a second, I felt like I had run straight into a wall. A very warm wall. Two firm hands quickly held my shoulders before I could fall back. “Careful,” a deep voice said above me. I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head. He was tall. Very tall. I had to tilt my head back just to look at his face. His shoulders were wide, stretching his black training shirt. The fabric clung to his body like second skin, showing the shape of his muscles. His arms were big and strong, covered lightly with hair, and I could see faint veins under his skin. He smelled like sweat… like someone who had been training hard. There was also a sharp, wild-like scent mixed with it. A warrior. His face was serious. Strong jaw. A bit of stubble. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead like he didn’t care to fix it. But his eyes caught me ---Deep and piercing. Not soft. Not frie

Alpha Kingsley's POV I had been very busy lately. From handling pack issues that needed my attention, to dealing with the threat of unknown enemies hanging over us like a butcher’s knife, and preparing for the upcoming wolf ceremony—everything felt tight and overwhelming. There was no time to rest, no time for myself. Argon had been growling at me constantly, urging me to go check on my mate. I hadn’t seen her since our last encounter, and every part of me wanted to go to her. But being the stubborn Alpha that I was, I resisted. I buried myself deeper in work just to distract myself. “I don’t have time for leisure or distractions,” I told myself. The Lycan council chairmanship election was fast approaching, and I needed to be at my best if I wanted to win. I couldn’t afford to get involved in romance, and that was exactly why she was here. Then it hit me I hadn’t even told her about the wolf conference, and she would be attending it with me. It seemed I couldn’t avoid seeing

Alpha Kingsley's POV I walked toward my study, slamming the door in frustration. I wasn’t the type to sulk over a failed romantic moment, but this one hit differently. Deep, confusing, and frustrating in ways I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was my wolf, groaning in anger and disappointment. And the one who caused it probably didn’t even know what he’d done wrong. Poor Andrew. I took a deep breath to steady myself before sitting down. Andrew came in shortly after, a file in his hand, clearly confused about my earlier reaction. His eyes kept flicking to mine, trying to read my expression. “Do I have flowers growing on my face?” I asked. He looked away quickly, then back, curiosity still clear in his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he said, voice careful. “I was just wondering… what you were doing inside.” His eyebrows lifted as he stared at me. I frowned, my mind drifting back to what had happened earlier—the way I kissed her, and how she had moaned when I touched her. “Why is your

I woke feeling refreshed. The morning sunlight spill into the chamber. The light touched every corner of the room, highlighting its beauty. The golden chandelier hung proudly from the ceiling, and the elegant decorations were well put together. Every detail screamed luxury. The room was enormous, big enough to fit fifty people comfortably compared to my room back in my pack I shook my head. I sat up, yawned, and made my way to the bathroom. I grabbed some toilet paper and finished my business before stepping into the shower and turning it on. The warm water ran over my skin, calming me slightly. But my thoughts wandered, as they always did. My family. My old pack. How were they? Did anyone notice I was gone? Did they even miss me? Did they know where I was? I let out a small, bitter laugh. I already knew the answer. They would probably be glad. Finally, the problem in their lives was gone. They have their precious princess and Alpha son-in-law now. "Maybe that was for the b

I was still lost in thought, my mind racing, trying to process everything that had happened. It felt like a thousand ideas, questions, and worries were colliding in my head all at once, leaving me dizzy and silent. “I need to get you ready, Luna,” Linda’s voice cut through my thoughts, steady and gentle. Her tone left no room for argument, snapping me back to the present. “Hmm,” I murmured, nodding, still dazed. She guided me to the bed and began helping me out of the robe. I felt exposed for a moment, but the warmth of her hands and the calm certainty in her movements kept me from panicking. Soon, I was slipping into one of the dresses she had brought earlier, a simple white gown with silver embroidery along the hem and delicate blue patterns tracing the sleeves and neckline. It was understated, but elegant. The fabric hugged my body in a way that felt natural, almost like it was made for me. “How do they even know my exact size?” I wondered aloud, genuinely baffled. I slid my fe