OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Mabella's POV "They're all looking at you," Lira told me quietly, walking beside me through the palace courtyard where the arriving delegations were settling into their positions for the formal welcome. Her voice carried that sharp, observant edge she’d had since she rode in with her father three days ago, like she was cataloging every detail and filing it away for later examination.I looked straight ahead, chin lifted, shoulders squared under the simple tunic I’d chosen for today’s arrivals instead of anything ceremonial. The courtyard buzzed with controlled energy—servants moving with purpose, banners of a dozen packs fluttering in the light breeze, the distant sound of horses being led to stables, and voices rising in careful greetings. Ten days until the coronation. The number kept hitting me at odd moments, a steady drum under everything else."They're supposed to be looking at me," I told her, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth despite the weight in my chest. My

Mabella's POV Seven Days"Seven days," Serena announced from the doorway of the coronation hall where she had been overseeing the setup for the past three hours with the specific authority of someone who considered this personally important and professionally non-negotiable. She stood with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed at the east floral arrangement, as if it had personally offended her entire bloodline.Fred looked at the arrangement, then at Serena, his expression carefully blank. "It's exactly as you specified," he told her, voice flat but patient after what had to be the tenth adjustment of the morning."I specified it wrong," Serena told him pleasantly, tilting her head as if the flowers had shifted on their own just to spite her. "I've reconsidered. Move it three feet left."Fred opened his mouth, probably to point out that they had already moved it twice, but I cut in from beside him before he could start."Fred," I said quietly.He closed his mouth, sighed the sigh of

Alfredo's POV "She's in the healer's hall again," Fred told me, appearing at the war room door with that careful look he got when he wasn't sure how much to say. "Third morning in a row. Pre-dawn. She's been going before I wake up."I looked up from the stack of final delegation confirmations spread across the table, my hand freezing mid-turn on a page. The war room felt too bright this early, sunlight cutting through the high windows and catching on the maps still pinned from the siege days. Five days. The number kept hitting me like a low punch every time I thought about it. Five days until they crowned her in that burgundy dress with the old silver piece warm against her skin."Is she alright?" I asked immediately, already pushing back from the table. My scar pulled tight along my jaw as the wolf in me stirred, protective and alert. After everything—the siege, Elan leaving lighter, Collins riding south, Senna turning her horse around, Lira asking to stay—the last thing I wanted w

Mabella's POV "Annabella wants to attend," Fred told me, appearing at the Luna quarters door with that careful expression he wore when old threads from the past suddenly pulled tight again.I looked up from the baby, who was nestled against my chest doing that half-dozing thing where her tiny fists kept opening and closing. "The coronation," Fred clarified, stepping inside and closing the door softly behind him."I know what she wants to attend," I said, rocking the baby gently. "Where is she now?""Southern residential block," Fred told me. "She's been there since the delegations arrived. She hasn't come to the palace. She sent a formal request through the standard channels instead of coming directly.""She didn't want to assume," I said, more to myself than to him. The baby shifted, grabbing at my braid with that stubborn little grip, and I let her hold on while my mind turned over the name. Annabella. The woman who had testified in that hall, who had driven three hours alone in

Mabella's POV "Stop moving," Vida told me, her hands working through my hair with the efficiency of someone who had decided exactly how this was going to look and considered the matter settled. Her fingers were steady, braiding with the same calm precision she used when treating wounds in the healer's hall."I'm not moving," I said, sitting as still as I could on the low stool in front of the mirror. My heart was hammering harder than it had during the worst nights of the siege, but I kept my shoulders relaxed on purpose."Your left shoulder," Vida told me, not missing a beat. "It does the thing when you're thinking too hard.""I'm not thinking too hard," I said, even though I absolutely was. The dress hung ready on the stand beside us, deep burgundy catching the morning light. The Ashborne piece lay on the table, old silver warm and waiting."You absolutely are," Maren said from the corner where she was gently rocking the baby. "You can see it from here. That little twitch. Same on