All Chapters of His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ElmaThe children grew the way children do in places untouched by court politics and inherited cruelty, quickly, fiercely, filling the quiet corners of the Haven with noise and mischief that no one there seemed to mind in the slightest.I spent those first months learning the particular exhaustion of three infants who never seemed to sleep on the same schedule, and Greta, along with half the Haven's other women, folded themselves into my life without hesitation, teaching me things no palace healer had ever bothered to explain, how to soothe a colicky Lycan infant whose wolf stirred restlessly before it had even shifted for the first time, how to recognize the particular growl that meant hunger rather than temper.By the time the triplets had reached their first year, toddling and babbling and already displaying a strength that startled even the Haven's oldest wolves, I had begun spending my days in the small infirmary at the settlement's edge, first simply to occupy my restless hands

XanderThe medical trade agreement had required my presence personally, a formality neither Marcus nor any of my ministers could substitute for, and I had agreed to the journey without much thought beyond the tedious necessity of stamping my seal on documents securing wolfsbane antidotes for territories still recovering from last winter's outbreak.Seven years had not dulled the particular ache that lived permanently beneath my ribs, though I had grown skilled at burying it beneath work, beneath the ruthless efficiency that had earned me a reputation even my own court now spoke of only in careful whispers.I stepped into the courtyard of the neutral territory's central settlement expecting nothing more than tedious negotiations and the particular relief of air that carried no memory of a palace built around her absence.Then the wind shifted.The scent hit me before I had time to brace against it, faint, distant, carried on air that had traveled from somewhere beyond the courtyard's w

XanderShe led me, eventually, after long minutes of silence neither of us seemed able to break, toward a small courtyard behind the hospital where the three of them played beneath a nurse's watchful eye, and I stopped at the threshold, unable, for a moment, to make my legs carry me any closer."Quinn," Elma called, and the fierce, dark eyed girl looked up immediately, followed by two boys who shared her particular watchfulness, all three of them pausing their game to study the stranger standing beside their mother."Who's that?" Quinn asked, no fear in her voice at all, only curiosity sharp enough to remind me painfully of her mother."This is." Elma's voice caught, and I watched her gather herself with visible effort. "This is your father."The silence that followed stretched long enough that I feared, entirely, that I had already lost something I hadn't even known to search for until an hour earlier."Papa?" The smaller boy, Jax, tilted his head with an expression far too serious f

DamienThe dreams had grown sharper since I'd arrived at this strange, quiet settlement, fragments surfacing at odd hours, a woman's laugh drifting from an unfamiliar courtyard, the particular way sunlight fell across dark red hair, details too specific to belong to a man with no memory worth trusting.I told myself, at first, that the dreams meant nothing, that five years of half remembered fragments had taught me not to chase every flicker of false recognition that crossed my mind, but something about this place, about the woman who ran it and the three children who trailed after me within days like I'd always belonged among them, refused to settle quietly the way every previous fragment had."You're staring again," Elma said one evening, finding me on the courtyard's edge long after the children had been put to bed, my gaze fixed on nothing in particular, my mind circling the same unnamed unease that had followed me for weeks now."Apologies." I straightened, though the words she'd

DamienThe Blood Moon gala arrived with the kind of ceremony I still struggled to feel entirely part of, three separate delegations converging on the neutral territory's grand hall for an event I understood only vaguely, something about diplomacy between packs and crowns still recovering from years of quiet tension.I stood near the edge of the ballroom in formal attire that felt wrong against my skin, watching Elma across the room in a deep green gown that made my chest ache in a way I still refused to name properly, while Xander circled her with a possessive attention that set something protective and unfamiliar snarling low in my chest."You're staring at her again," Marcus observed, appearing at my elbow with a drink I hadn't asked for."I'm guarding her," I said. "It's my duty tonight.""Is it duty that makes your jaw clench every time King Xander's hand finds her waist?"I said nothing, unwilling to examine the particular truth Marcus seemed to have already noticed far more clea