Semua Bab FAT GIRLS can’t be LUNA: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mabella's POVPlay it,” I told Fred.We sat together in the war room, lamps blazing against the dark, the night pressed tight around the windows. The tension felt thick enough to draw with a blade. Fred set a tiny recording device onto the battered table and hit play.My voice slid through the quiet.Firm. Precise. Like I’d been planning every move for weeks.“Here is the security information I’ve gathered so far. The eastern perimeter rotates at the third hour. The Alpha’s private schedule is held only by his beta. Luna's healer sessions are the most reliable window...she’s unguarded for forty minutes every morning. I’ll keep feeding information as agreed. Do not contact me through the usual channel. They’re watching it.”The sound stopped. Just the crackle from the lamp, the three of us staring at the table.“That’s my voice,” I said.Fred didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”“It really sounds like me.” Hearing it outside myself made my skin itch.Fred shrugged, almost apologetic. “Cael’s good.

Mabella's POV“Why should we wait?”Sefia didn’t even have to raise her voice...just spoke, sharp and level, and suddenly the whole square was locked on us. Even the air seemed to be still, everyone watching to see what would come next.I met her stare. She had that self-sure calm about her, like someone walking into a room she’d already arranged to her liking. All things considered, I guessed she had.“Because we need the evidence verified before the council.” I forced myself to speak to the whole crowd, not just her. “If I show it here, right now, without them? It doesn’t mean much. Legally, it’s just my word. I refuse to settle for that. I want the truth out in the open, official, where everyone can see it and no one can dispute it.”Sefia looked out at the others and let her voice ring. “That’s convenient, isn’t it? Now she’s got forty-eight hours to perfect her story before we hear it.”I held firm...wasn’t going to let her spin this. “No,” I shot back, “the council has forty-eig

Mabella’s POV “How many Alphas got it?” I asked, not letting up.Fred glanced at his notes. “Twelve. Every pack within three territories.”Twelve Alphas. Right now, they were sitting with Rosalind’s documentation...turning every page, reading every word, realizing what the Ashborne bloodline meant. Doing the exact math the Veron claimant wanted. A pack with the last Ashborne heir as Luna could be your strongest ally…or the most dangerous threat. Depends on who’s looking.Most will see it as a threat.“Any responses yet?” I pushed.“Too soon,” Fred said. “But three out of twelve already sent urgent requests to talk to the Alpha.”“Which three?” Alfredo’s voice was sharp.Fred listed them. At the second name, Alfredo’s jaw tensed. I made a mental note to come back to that one.“We’re still holding the hearing in forty-eight hours,” I said. “That doesn’t change.” I looked between them. “Whatever the neighboring packs want, we settle things here first. The voicemail gets dealt with in fr

Mabella's POVThe lamp barely flickered as Alfredo’s hand rested warm and steady at my waist. The room was quiet, the world outside settling for the night...but none of it really mattered right then. It was just us, just how his skin felt against mine, the way his voice dropped when he leaned in and said things that had nothing to do with hearings or voicemails or rival Alphas. He sounded so sure, a man who knew exactly what he had and didn’t care who heard it.“You were extraordinary today,” he whispered against my jaw.“You promised: no strategy,” I reminded him.“That’s not strategy,” he said. “That’s just...truth.”“Stop talking,” I said.“Make me,” he threw back.So, I did.Much later, after the lamp had almost died and night wrapped itself all around us, I lay with my head on his chest. His hand moved through my hair and the only thing left was that rare, deep quiet that always comes after.“Renner’s going to be useful,” I said, my voice barely there.He went still.“No strategy

Mabella's POV The hall was packed tight.I stood just inside the doors, feeling the weight of all those people pressed together...ten thousand bodies adding up to one focused hum. Crowds buzz a certain way right before something big happens. I breathed through it. Let it settle around me.Alfredo stood at my side.Not behind me. Right there next to me.“Ready,” he said. His voice is soft. He didn’t need to ask.“Yeah,” I told him.We walked in, side by side.The room quieted instantly, the way it always did when we entered, that hush where a thousand breaths pause together. Today, though, it felt different. The silence was thick...uncertainty and anticipation twisted together. Ten thousand people, all of them had heard my voice on a recording doing something unforgivable, and now they watched me walk in anyway.I made my way to the front and faced the crowd.Spotted Renner straight away in the observer section, all breadth and gray hair, flanked by his five warriors. He watched me th