All Chapters of OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Come Alone If You Want It Back

Mabella's POV"The Ruby is gone."Fred’s voice hit the corridor like a slap. We all froze.I spun around so fast my head spun. He was rushing toward us from the vault wing, face pale, eyes wild and red-rimmed like he’d just been punched in the soul."What the hell do you mean it’s gone?" Alfredo barked, stepping forward. "Fred, talk to me.""Overnight," Fred said, breathing hard, almost gasping. "Third hour rotation. The outer door was completely intact. No forced entry, no alarms, nothing. It’s just… not there anymore. Vanished.""That’s impossible," Alfredo growled, voice rising. "The protections were supposed to hold for weeks—""They were weaker than we thought, okay?" Fred snapped back, sounding wrecked. "Way fucking weaker. Whoever took it knew the exact degradation level. Down to the hour, Alfredo. They didn’t guess. They timed it perfectly."I looked at Serena. She stood there frozen, one hand gripping her shawl so tight her knuckles were bone-white. "Serena… you knew this mig

Your Brother Is Still Alive

Mabella’s POV“You really came.”I stopped at the edge of the clearing, my voice carrying across the damp grass before I could think better of it. The words tasted bitter on my tongue. The old orange tree stood heavy with fruit behind her, its sweet rotting scent thick in the morning air. Alfredo and Fred lingered two steps back in the tree line like I had asked, but I could still feel them watching.The woman turned slowly. My mother. Or the ghost of her. “Mabella,” she said, low and careful, like my name might break if she spoke it too loud. “I wasn’t sure you would. After everything.”“After everything?” I let out a sharp, ugly sound that was supposed to be a laugh. “You mean after I spent fifteen years believing you burned on that pyre? After I stood there until the ashes went cold and they had to drag me away? Yeah. I still came. Because apparently I’m still stupid enough to hope this Ruby nonsense might fix something.”She looked older up close. Silver threaded through her dark

Midnight for the Ruby

Alfredo’s POV“Neither of you move another inch. Hands where I can see them. Now.”The stranger’s voice cut through the clearing. I stayed hidden in the tree line, every instinct screaming at me to move, but I held still.Mabella lifted her hands slowly. “This is a private conversation. You have no business here. Walk away before this turns ugly.”The stranger laughed. “Private? With the Ruby between you? I do not think so. I have been tracking that stone for months. Tell me exactly what deal you were just making.”Mabella’s mother kept her arms visible. “You are interrupting something far bigger than you realize. Turn around now and we can all leave this clearing alive. Push this and someone will bleed.”“Bleed?” the stranger said. “I have men with clear shots. The girl is pregnant, is she not? Tell me the deal or I start making examples.”Mabella kept her voice steady. “You want the Ruby? Then you will earn it. I was offering my mother a trade. The stone for information only I hold

The Promise That Broke Us

Mabella’s POVI stepped out of the clearing and into the shade of the trees. Alfredo was already moving toward me, his expression tight with everything he had clearly overheard. Fred stayed farther back, giving us room, but I knew he was close enough to hear.“What the hell was that, Mabella?” Alfredo asked, his voice low but strained. “I heard every word. You promised that stranger you would meet him alone at midnight. At the old mill crossing. You offered him the full Ashborne bloodline secrets. You never once looked toward me. Not a single glance.”I stopped in front of him and took a slow breath. “Yes. That is exactly what I agreed to. He brings the Ruby tonight and I will give him everything I know. The true markings, the hidden lines, the maps, every lead I have on my brother. In return, we finally get the stone back. I go alone. That was the deal.”Alfredo rubbed a hand over his jaw, his eyes never leaving mine. “You agreed to meet a man who just threatened our unborn child. At

Still Choosing Us

Dual POVAlfredo’s POVThree hours. Three hours of silence that felt like knives under my skin. I had paced the perimeter twice, spoken to no one, and still could not get her last words out of my head. I survived worse without you. I would make the same decision again. They were true. That was the worst part. I found her at the edge of the old orchard, sitting on a fallen log with her back to me, one hand resting on her belly. The late afternoon light caught in her hair. My chest tightened so hard it hurt. I stopped a few feet away. “I am terrified of losing you,” I said. The words came out raw, no polish, no apology wrapped around them. “Not just tonight. Every day. The Ruby, your brother, your mother coming back from the dead — none of it scares me as much as the thought that one day you will stop letting me stand beside you. That is what I could not say under the trees. I am not angry that you made the choice. I am terrified you no longer need me to help carry it.”Mabell

She Watched Me From the Shadows

Mabella’s POVI left Alfredo in the orchard, my skin still warm from our time together and my heart a little steadier, but my head was spinning. The argument, the way we’d come back together, my mother appearing under that orange tree — it was all too much. I needed someone who could give me real answers without sugarcoating anything.Vida was sitting on the porch of her small cabin, shelling beans into a big wooden bowl. She looked up as I approached and gave me a long, knowing look.“You look like you’ve been through hell and back,” she said. “Come sit down. Whatever’s eating at you, let’s get it out before it festers.”I sat beside her on the wooden step. The late afternoon light filtered through the trees around us. For a minute I just breathed, trying to organize my thoughts.“I saw her today, Vida,” I started. “My mother. She was waiting for me under the old orange tree. She’s alive. She has the Ruby, and she wants all the information I have on the Ashborne bloodline in exchange

“Can Fat Girls Still Become Luna?”

Mabella’s POVI left Vida’s porch carrying the weight of her final words like stones in my chest. She has been looking for you since before you were born. They refused to leave me alone, repeating in my mind as I walked the path back to the pack house. Sleep had been almost impossible last night, but this morning the pack needed their Luna, not a daughter lost in old ghosts. I smoothed down my blue dress, rested a hand on my belly, and stepped inside.For the first time in what felt like forever, the pack house was genuinely peaceful. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warming the long oak table. No urgent threats, no raised voices over territory or blood debts. Just ordinary pack life. Alfredo sat to my right, solid and quiet, his presence a comfort after everything we had shared yesterday. In the far corner, exactly as promised, sat Kaia — Sera’s twelve-year-old daughter. She watched everything with wide, serious eyes but had not spoken a single word since she arrived.I sm

She Was Carrying Two

Alfredo’s POVThe pack house stayed quiet for a long moment after Kaia asked her question. Mabella leaned forward without hesitation, her voice warm and steady enough for everyone to hear.“Yes, Kaia,” she said gently. “You can still do everything I do and more. Size, shape, or weight — none of that decides what kind of Luna or leader you become. Strength lives here.” Mabella touched her chest, then her temple. “And here. The rest is just the package it comes in. Whoever tells you different is wrong.”Kaia’s shoulders relaxed. She gave a small nod and whispered, “Thank you, Luna,” before returning to her seat. The tension in the room broke into soft smiles and quiet murmurs. Pack day continued and eventually ended on a peaceful note.But my mind was already somewhere else.---I needed to shift. I needed Raven.It had been too long. Ever since Mabella’s pregnancy, I had kept him locked down, afraid my wolf’s intensity might somehow endanger her or the baby. Today, after the quiet pack

The Little Wooden Wolf

Mabella’s POVThree months had changed everything. My belly curved outward now, impossible to hide.I was walking through the busy market corridor when a small omega woman stepped into my path. She clutched clean linens to her chest and smiled nervously.“Luna,” she said softly, “forgive me for stopping you. May I speak honestly for a moment?”“Of course. Please, speak freely.”She glanced at my belly. “You’re starting to show. It looks so beautiful on you—healthy and strong. You carry it with such grace. It makes the rest of us feel safer, you know? Seeing our Luna walking among us with new life… it gives us hope. The hard days feel lighter.”Her words tightened my throat. I rested a hand on my belly. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure how people would feel. Some mornings I still feel uncertain about all of this.”“Oh no, Luna,” she shook her head quickly. “You don’t have to feel uncertain. We see how hard you work for us, even when you must be tired. Last week when you sat with old Marta for

The Alpha Who Worshipped Her Belly

Alfredo’s POVThe moonlight loved her more than I thought possible.Mabella stood by the tall window of our chambers, wearing nothing but the thin silk slip I had shoved up around her hips earlier. Three months of carrying my pup had transformed her. Her breasts were fuller, heavier, pressing against the silk with dark nipples visibly straining. Her hips had widened into a lush, fertile curve, and her belly—Gods, her belly—had rounded into this perfect, firm swell that made my mouth water and my cock ache painfully.I couldn’t stay away.I crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps, my eyes devouring every new inch of her. When I reached her, I dropped to my knees without a word, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs until they framed that beautiful pregnant belly.“Turn slightly to the side, love. Let me see all of you.”She did, confidently, one hand resting on top of her belly while the other stayed in my hair. No shyness. No covering herself. Just pure, radiant assurance.“Fuck

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