All Chapters of OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Mabella’s POVThe morning light slanted through the healer’s hall windows, carrying the fresh scent of pine and dew from the pack grounds outside. I pushed the heavy door shut behind me with a soft click, sealing us in. Liora nestled warm and heavy against my chest in her sling, her tiny breaths steady after a full feed. My body still carried that pleasant ache from last night—Alfredo’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d moved inside me like a promise carved into flesh. But today was for truth, not pleasure.“You know why I’m here,” I said, settling into the chair across from Vida at her preparation table. The herbs and vials lay half-organized, as if she’d sensed this conversation and paused mid-task.Vida looked at me for a long moment, her skilled hands freezing over a bundle of dried roots. Her eyes flicked to Liora, then back to my face. Something ancient and weary passed through her expression.“Yes,” she told me quietly.“Elan,” I said, the name dropping like a stone between us. Wo

Mabella’s POVBy the time Alfredo returned from the containment facility with Vida, the war room was thick with new tension. The Rogue King’s sudden interest in Liora had cracked something open, and the implications were spreading fast. Alfredo pulled me aside in the hallway, his hand firm on my lower back as he spoke low and urgent.“The Rogue King knows details about the Ashborne markers he shouldn’t,” he murmured. “And the timing lines up with Dera’s access. We need to move on this.”That was all the confirmation I needed.“She’s in the east corridor,” Fred told me quietly an hour later, appearing at the Luna quarters door while Alfredo coordinated with Serena down the hall. “She just came back from the market. She doesn’t know we’re watching.”I gently placed Liora into her cradle, tucking the soft blanket around her tiny body before turning to him. “How long has this been going on, Fred?”“Since this morning at least,” Fred told me, stepping inside and closing the door with a sof

Mabella’s POVThe war room felt heavier after Fred’s revelation. I stared at the report on the table, the name “Seline” and Annabella’s personal seal staring back at me like an unexpected twist in a game we thought we understood.“It’s one of Annabella’s people,” I told Alfredo quietly. “And she’s asking to speak to me.”Alfredo leaned forward, amber eyes flashing with Raven’s protective edge. “After everything her cousin pulled during the verification? After weeks of silence? Now she sends someone through our perimeter on the exact night we set a trap for Elan? This smells wrong, Mabella.”Fred stood near the door, arms crossed. “Seline surrendered peacefully. No weapons. She claims Annabella instructed her to get caught if the quiet approach failed. Says it’s urgent — something about Elan moving on Liora soon.”I looked between them, feeling Wolflina’s ancient certainty steady me. “I believe her enough to hear the rest. But I’ll do it my way.”Alfredo’s hand found mine under the tab

Alfredo's POVMabella walked back into the war room with Liora still on her hip and a look on her face that made Raven sit up and pay attention. The kind of quiet steel that came after someone had just been handed a blade wrapped in family history. Annabella’s messenger had been escorted out under heavy but discreet guard, and now the air felt thicker, like the storm we’d been chasing had finally broken overhead.She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she handed Liora to Serena, who took her with gentle hands and settled the baby into the cradle in the corner. Only then did Mabella cross to the table and place the thick document down like it might burn her fingers.“Collins,” I said, the word landing heavy in the war room like something that had been building for a long time and had finally arrived.Fred stood very still near the maps, his usual beta composure cracking just slightly at the edges. Serena set down her cup of tea with deliberate care, the porcelain clicking loudly in the

Alfredo's POVThe words still echoed in the vault like a curse that refused to die.“It was Nathan’s quarters,” Fred told her quietly. “Before his arrest. Nobody has been inside since.”I felt the growl rip through my chest before I could stop it. Raven slammed against my ribs, furious and restless, claws scraping bone. Nathan’s quarters. The place where betrayal had once been planned and hidden like rot under floorboards. Now it served as the perfect door for something even older and deadlier.Mabella stood motionless in front of the pulsing blue Ruby, her face calm but her eyes burning with that silver-green fire I knew so well. I stepped closer, my hand finding the small of her back — not shielding her, but standing with her. The mate bond thrummed between us, steady and hot.“Nathan’s place?” I growled. “They used his old tunnels? That bastard’s shadow keeps reaching even from his cell.”Mabella turned slightly, her shoulder brushing mine. “Not helping. Used. Elan is playing every