All Chapters of OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dual POVMabella’s POV“It’s time we talked about what those eyes mean.”Vida’s voice was soft but carried the weight of centuries. I shifted carefully against the pillows, wincing at the deep ache in my body, and reached for Alfredo’s hand. Our daughter slept soundly against his chest, her tiny face peaceful in the moonlight. Those mismatched eyes were closed now, but the memory of them burned behind my eyelids—one hazel-green like mine, one amber-silver like her father’s.Alfredo’s arm tightened around me. “Speak plainly, Vida. No healer riddles tonight.”Vida nodded, pulling a low stool closer. The glowing orb in her hands pulsed gently. “When she was born, I felt it immediately. The Ashborne markers—the ancient signatures of the old bloodline—run stronger in her than they did in you at birth, Mabella. Much stronger. Your hybrid nature awakened during the Naming, but hers… hers arrived singing. The land itself reacted. I felt the territory bond pulse twice as deep when she drew her

Mabella’s POV“Let him in. But under guard. If he wants to meet her… he’ll do it on our terms.”The words left my mouth steady, but my pulse raced. Collins Argent. Alfredo’s father. The man whose absence had shaped so much of my mate’s hardened edges. I hadn’t expected him to show up on our doorstep barely a week after Liora’s birth, yet here we were.Alfredo’s jaw was granite. “Fred, escort him to the small receiving hall. No weapons. Two guards stay in the room at all times. Serena, you’re with us.” He turned to me, voice softening as he brushed a thumb across my cheek. “You don’t have to do this right now. You’re still healing.”“I do,” I said, shifting Liora against my shoulder. She was awake but calm for once, her mismatched eyes blinking slowly. “He’s her grandfather. And whatever history he has with you, with Stella… I need to see who he really is.”Serena nodded sharply, falling into step beside us as we made our way down. The corridor offerings had been cleared to one side, b

Mabella’s POV“The true heir cannot be installed while the Ruby of Binding remains unbound to its rightful blood purpose.”The words hung in the air like a challenge wrapped in ancient formality. I stared at the scroll in Fred’s hand, the black wax seal broken, the silver sigil of the Voss bloodline mocking me from the bottom. Elara Voss. The aunt who had appeared at the orange tree like a ghost, delivered my father’s documents and vanished again into the shadows. Now she was objecting to my coronation.Alfredo’s growl rumbled low beside me. “She helped us. She risked everything to bring the heir declaration. Why the hell would she do this?”Serena snatched the scroll from Fred and scanned it rapidly, her sharp eyes narrowing. “It’s properly filed. Sent through three neutral intermediaries and stamped by an independent arbiter. Legally binding enough to force a delay if we ignore it. Clever.”I took the document with steady hands, though my pulse thundered. Liora was sleeping in the n

Mabella’s POV“Bring the Ruby,” I told Fred, standing at the front of the assembly hall with fourteen Alphas watching my every breath and the full Crest pack standing solid behind me. Aldric Crane sat three rows back, trying—and failing—to look unconcerned.Fred inclined his head and moved without hesitation, his broad shoulders cutting through the heavy silence that had already fallen over the hall. The kind of silence that made every heartbeat echo.Elder Bowen stepped forward, unrolling the formal scroll with practiced gravity. His voice echoed off the vaulted ceilings. “Under Provision 47 of the Unified Pack Charters, a formal challenge has been filed requiring independent bloodline verification before the coronation may proceed. The objector, pack governance member Aldric Crane—a council administrator of eleven years—asserts that recent irregularities surrounding Luna’s pregnancy and delivery warrant such confirmation.”I stood motionless, listening to every calculated word. When

Alfredo's POV“It came this morning,” Fred told me, holding the envelope carefully by its edges like something that required handling. “Addressed to Mabella. I intercepted it at the gate.”I stared at the handwriting on the front and felt Raven slam against my ribs like a caged animal smelling fresh meat. That cramped, careful script—letters tilted just enough to look impatient, the capital ‘M’ in Mabella always pressed harder, like he was trying to carve it into the paper. Fifteen years of knowing it. Letters from the field during those long border runs when we were young and stupid, report summaries scratched out after midnight raids on rogue camps, even those awkward birthday notes he’d never managed to make neat no matter how hard he tried. My best friend. The brother who’d stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me through shifts that nearly tore us apart, who’d laughed with me over cheap beer after full-moon runs when the beast felt more like freedom than a curse.Now the wolf inside me