《FAT GIRLS can’t be LUNA》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Mabella's POV"Rosalind." I could barely get the word out.Fred studied the paper in Alfredo’s hand, back and forth, carefully. “Her signature’s right there,” he said. “She filed this recommendation three weeks before she showed up in the pack. Before Annabella found her. Before any of us even knew she existed.”I just stared. Try to process that.“That doesn’t make sense,” I said. “She was hiding. She didn’t even know she’d come back...Annabella just turned up at her door out of nowhere.”“That’s what Rosalind told us,” Alfredo said, quietly.The silence in the room was thick. I looked down at the paper.Her handwriting was so familiar...neat, rigid, perfectly exact. I’d seen it for weeks, scribbled on every page of that journal I carried everywhere. Yet here it was, tucked under a recommendation. For a man, for a clerical job in the Crest pack, written out weeks before Rosalind had any reason to come back.“She planned this,” I said. My voice felt strange in my own throat. “She was

Mabella's POV“Tonight,” I said quietly. “The east garden wall.”She let out an uneven breath.“Tonight,” she said.I left the healer’s hall, stepping into the afternoon corridor. I stood there for a second, letter in hand, Wolflina steady inside me, the pack moving past at the end of the corridor, not noticing their Luna pressed up against the wall, trying to make sense of everything all over again.My mom had two sisters.Maren...she brought the box, kept the secret for twenty-five years.Vida...she’d been here seven years now. She’d spent all that time teaching me how to heal, always watching me with an expression I’d gotten wrong until today.It wasn’t an assessment.It was a woman just looking at her sister’s daughter.I pushed off the wall and started walking.I needed Alfredo. Not to explain everything. Just to sit in the same room as him for ten minutes while I tried to catch up with myself.He was in the war room with Fred, the two of them hunched over border reports, talking

Mabella's POV"Sera Kade lives down in the southern residential block," Fred told me in the hallway outside the Luna quarters the next morning, keeping his voice low. "It's the third house from the east end. She should be home ... she works the dispute table at the morning market on odd days, and today's even.""You already checked her schedule," I said."I check everyone's schedule," Fred said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.I just gave him a look."Three steps back," I reminded him.He started to protest. "I wasn't planning...""Fred," I interrupted.That shut him up. His mouth pressed into a line."I’ll be at the market," he finally said. "In case anything...""Just the market," I said. "Stay away from Sera's door."He nodded, once. And that was settled.When I left, Alfredo was sitting in his mother's room ... same as he did every morning now. He just talked to her about nothing important, filling the air because sometimes that's what someone needs when they're tr

Alfredo's POVThe way Fred laid the folded paper on the table told me this wasn’t routine. “Dare’s mate came to me this morning,” he said. “Not about Dare.”I reached for the paper, feeling heat in my palms.“Sefia?” I asked, keeping my voice steady but low.“She’s distributing the letters,” Fred said. He’d kept his tone even, but I caught the tension buried underneath. “She’s targeting specific hallways, specific pack members who are still uneasy about the Luna. Never out in the open. Always just slippery enough that no one can pin it on her directly.” He stopped a beat. “She didn’t write the letters herself. But she’s using them. Very deliberately.”I let the paper fall back to the table, the edges crisp and white against the wood. The windows beckoned, so I walked over and stared out. On the surface, the pack grounds looked normal...maybe even cheerful. Warriors drilling in practiced formations, kids ducking between the buildings, sunlight polishing every blade of grass. The pictur

Mabella's POV“You handled it well.”Alfredo’s voice was soft as we left the healer’s hall. Cael was with Fred now, the careful untangling finally underway. I knew I should’ve felt that clean sense of relief, the kind that comes when a problem’s finally being solved.But I didn’t.All I felt was tired.Not the kind you fix with sleep. This was the heavy kind, from days spent constantly alert, strategizing, never letting yourself fall behind. The kind of tired that settles in after you’ve been running so long, you start to fear stopping more than you fear the next sprint.“Mabella.” Alfredo’s tone nudged at me.“I know,” I said. “I’m fine.”“You said that last time too.”“And I was fine last time.” I tried to sound like I believed it.“You were managing,” he replied. “That’s not the same.”I glanced over at him. He didn’t flinch. I always found that irritating...and honestly, it’s one of the things I love about him.“One hour,” he said. “No Fred. No pack drama. No Cael. No voicemail. J