All Chapters of OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mabella's POV "She's the Luna," Kaia told Sera very seriously as the hall erupted around them, and Sera looked down at her daughter and something in her face came completely undone. Tears spilled over without shame, tracking down her cheeks as she pulled Kaia close, the carved wolf still clutched tight in the girl's hands.Alfredo watched from beside me as the sound of ten thousand people filled the hall—not polite applause, not formal acknowledgment, but the specific roar of people who had decided something and were saying it at full volume. The walls seemed to shake with it, banners fluttering as the collective voice rose like a single howl under the moon.Renner was on his feet first, his broad frame solid and unyielding, Lira beside him with her face open and present in a way I hadn't seen since she arrived. Senna rose three seats down, sharp-eyed but with something softer breaking through, her shoulder brushing Renner's as they stood together. Every allied Alpha followed, banne

Alfredo's POV "She's still asleep," Fred told me at the door of the Luna quarters at the seventh hour, and the specific relief in Fred's voice told me that Fred had been monitoring this and considered it a personal victory. He stood there with his usual notepad in hand, but his shoulders were looser than they'd been in months, like the siege and the coronation had finally let him breathe for five whole minutes."Good," I told him, keeping my voice low so it wouldn't carry into the quarters behind me. The baby had settled again after her early feed, and Mabella was curled up in the bed with one arm still stretched toward the cradle like even in sleep she was keeping watch. I wasn't about to let anyone disturb that."She hasn't slept past the fourth hour in three months," Fred told me, glancing past me toward the closed door. "Not once. Not through the siege, not through Elan's sessions, not through Collins riding south or Senna turning her horse around or Lira asking to stay. Not eve

Mabella's POV "I don't want special treatment because of who my father is," Lira said, sitting across from both of us in the small east wing meeting room with her hands flat on the table and her eyes carrying that sharp direct quality that made me think of Renner and simultaneously of no one but Lira herself.Her voice didn’t waver. Not even a flicker. I watched her carefully, the way the morning light from the tall windows caught the determined set of her jaw, the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath the simple tunic she wore. Twenty years old, yet she sat there like someone who had already carried the weight of a pack on her shoulders and decided it wasn’t enough.I looked at her steadily, letting the silence stretch just long enough to see if she would fill it. She didn’t. Good.“What do you want,” I asked, my tone even but firm. The kind of question that demanded honesty.Lira didn’t answer immediately. She thought about it properly, her gaze dropping briefly to her hands b

Mabella's POV "He asked me to be his mate," Senna told me, sitting across from me in the small east wing sitting room at a late hour with that expression—warm and slightly self-conscious in a way that Senna rarely was.The words hung in the air like the soft glow of the flickering lanterns on the walls, casting dancing shadows across the ancient tapestries that depicted generations of Crest pack bonds. I looked at her, my heart giving an unexpected flutter as the weight of her confession settled over me. Senna, the formidable Senna, who had stood like an unyielding oak through political storms and personal tempests for fifteen long years. Here she was, in the quiet hush of midnight, her usual sharp edges softened by something vulnerable and new. The late hour wrapped around us like a secret, the distant howl of a night patrol wolf echoing faintly through the open window, carrying the wild essence of our pack lands.I set down the quill I had been using to review the latest healer su

Mabella's POV(Dual POV )"You've been awake since the fourth hour," Alfredo said, his voice low and rough like aged whiskey as he filled the doorway of the sitting room. The palace had finally gone quiet around us, the baby had settled in the next room, and I'd pushed the papers to one side, but they still called to me like unfinished business.I looked up at him, my mate, my Alpha, standing there in nothing but loose pants that hung low on his hips. The lamplight carved shadows across his broad chest, highlighting every hard-earned line of muscle. "The Collins monthly report came in," I told him, gesturing at the stack. "And the documentation cross-reference from Vida. And Fred left the bilateral framework draft on the table. I thought I'd get through them before morning.""It's the eleventh hour," he said, stepping closer, his bare feet silent on the rug."I'm aware," I replied, rubbing my eyes. Gods, my body felt heavy, but the work wouldn't wait.He crossed the room in three stri