FAT GIRLS can’t be LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Mabella's POV“Get out.”Heads turned my way.“Not you,” I said to Fred, Alfredo, and Serena. Caspian got my stare. “You. Out. Please.”Caspian glanced at Serena.“Go,” she said, not giving him a chance to argue.He left. The door shut. The four of us sat quietly. Fred still had the paper. The lamp burned on. Outside, the pack was celebrating the hearing, clueless that everything had flipped upside down in the east wing.“How many packs does the Ashborne ancestral range cover?” I pushed.Fred tried to be calm. “Seven territories. Crest’s one of them.”“So, six-pack Alphas outside our borders might have legal grounds under old law to treat my pregnancy as a territorial provocation," I said.“If the regional council accepts the claimant’s petition, yeah,” Fred admitted. “He needs a majority from the Alpha council.”“How many Alphas sit?” I jumped in.“Fourteen,” he said. “Including Alfredo.”“Alfredo doesn’t vote on his own pack,” I told him. “Thirteen then. He needs seven.”“Right,” Fr

Mabella's POV“Get Vida,” I told Fred.He was already on his way.Alfredo and I stood in the hall, just looking at each other. Neither of us wanted to say it out loud, but we both knew exactly what was sitting between us.“She went straight to the claimant,” Alfredo said quietly.“Yeah,” I said.“And she didn’t tell us,” he went on.“Yeah,” I repeated.“Why?” he pushed.I picked my words. “Because whatever she told him, she needed it to sound like it was coming from outside the pack. Somebody who wasn’t tangled up in all of this.” I looked him in the eye. “If it sounds like us, it sounds like negotiation. If it’s some private person with specific knowledge, it sounds like a warning.”“What specific knowledge?” Alfredo wouldn’t let it go.I glanced down the corridor where Fred had disappeared.“That’s what I want to ask her,” I said.Vida came down the hall fast, still wearing her healer’s coat, her gray hair coming loose. She saw my face, and I saw her expression shift—that subtle mov

Mabella's POV"Tonight," I said again, just to hear myself say it.Fred’s voice came through the door. "Both of them. Separately. They’re already on their way."I glanced at Alfredo. He met my eyes."Names," Alfredo called."Alpha Daren of the Westhold pack," Fred replied. "And Alpha Senna of the Ironvale pack."Alfredo froze."You know her," I pushed."Everybody knows Senna," he said, carefully. "She’s been Ironvale’s Alpha for fifteen years. Took over at twenty-two after her father died. She’s held it alone ever since." He paused. "Senna doesn’t show up for friendly chats. She doesn’t request meetings till she’s made up her mind, and usually she’s just here to deliver that decision." He locked eyes with me. "If she’s coming tonight, she’s not here to ask. She’s here to say.""And Daren?" I asked."He follows Senna. Has for a decade. Politically, wherever she goes, he goes right after. If she’s moving, he’ll be right behind."I stood up. "Daren first," I called to Fred. "Senna after.

Mabella's POV“There he is.”Fred said it quietly next to me as we rode through the council gates, and honestly, I’d already clocked the Veron claimant before Fred even bothered. He stood smack in the middle of the courtyard with his advisors, deep in some hushed conversation. As we rolled in, he looked up, the way someone does when they know their day has finally arrived.He was younger than I had pictured. Thirty-five, maybe forty. Built like a man who tries to make himself bigger than he really is—broad shoulders, stance so deliberate it’s almost theatrical. Presence wasn’t natural; it was crafted. Sharpened eyes, careful mouth. When those eyes landed on me, they stayed.I stared right back. Not away, not through him—just met his gaze direct, steady. He was the one who looked off first, not with any drama, just a quick check-in with one of his advisors. I tucked that away for later and kept riding.“He’s rattled,” Alfredo muttered.“He’s calculating,” I replied, not missing a beat.

Alfredo's POVShe was still asleep when I woke.Grey light slipped through the small gap in the curtains. Early morning. The council grounds outside stayed completely quiet.I lay still and watched her.She slept on her side facing me. One hand tucked under her cheek. The other hand rested flat on her small round belly. Her hair spread loose across the pillow. Soft grey light touched her fuller breasts and the gentle curve where our pup grew.Six weeks ago she was Mabella Argent with cake on her face in our kitchen.Now she was this. The last Ashborne heir. My Luna. The woman carrying my pup with Wolflina strong and awake inside her. The one who would walk into a hall of fourteen Alphas without fear.Mine.That word hit me deep every single time.She opened her eyes.Looked straight at me. Fully awake in one second."You have been awake long," she said."One hour," I told her."Thinking too loud," she said."Yes."She studied my face."Tell me," she pressed."I was thinking about our