His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

XanderI stood alone on that balcony after they finally returned inside, my hands gripping the stone railing hard enough that I felt it crack faintly beneath my fingers, seven years of searching and hoping and rebuilding my entire existence around the possibility of finding her collapsing, in a single evening, into a truth I had never once considered.My brother. My own blood, resurrected from a grief I had carried since the night I believed her responsible for his death, and the Moon Goddess had chosen, with what felt like a particular cruelty, to bind Elma to him instead of me.I thought of every night I had spent imagining our reunion, every fantasy where she forgave me, where the children grew up beneath both our names, where the particular devotion I had built for her across seven years of separation might finally find somewhere to land.I thought, too, of Damien's face the moment recognition crashed through him, the way he had looked at Elma as though the entire world had reorga

ElmaXander's rage broke, finally, not against his brother's steady resistance but against some old, buried piece of himself that seemed to recognize, even through the fury, the particular wrongness of repeating exactly the possessive cruelty that had driven me away the first time."Gods," he whispered, stepping back, his shoulders dropping as the feral edge slowly receded from his eyes. "Gods, what am I doing?"But before anyone could speak further, a commotion erupted near the refreshment tables, and I turned in time to see Quinn, who I'd believed safely asleep at the settlement house, standing frozen with a small glass in her hand, Camilla's attendant hovering nearby with an expression that shattered instantly into panic the moment our eyes met."Quinn!" I sprinted across the hall, every other conflict in the room forgotten entirely. "Quinn, put that down, now.""Mama, I just wanted to see the party," she said, confusion in her voice, though something in the attendant's frozen guil

LiamWord of my lie at the gala had reached Silver Moon territory faster than I'd anticipated, and Nathaniel's face, when I finally returned home to check on my recovering father, carried none of the loyalty I'd once taken for granted."You claimed a false mating in front of the entire High Council," Nathaniel said, his voice carrying a coldness I'd never heard from him before. "You embarrassed this pack, Liam. You embarrassed yourself, chasing a woman who rejected your presence in front of witnesses years ago.""I was trying to protect her.""You were trying to reclaim something you threw away," Nathaniel said flatly. "And you nearly started a war between two crowns doing it. The elders are talking, Liam. Some of them are asking whether Silver Moon needs an Alpha who still can't separate his own grief from the pack's welfare."The particular sting of that landed harder than I expected, seven years of quiet, grinding regret suddenly given voice by the one man who'd stood beside me th

XanderRourke's arrival at my own gates three days later carried none of the hostility I'd braced for, and I studied him carefully across the negotiating table Marcus had hastily arranged, searching for the trap I remained certain someone intended to spring."I read the letter," Rourke said without preamble. "My father conspired against you. Which means the story I was told about Dr. Elma orchestrating his death was constructed by someone who understood exactly how to weaponize a grieving son's rage.""I killed your father," I said, refusing to let anyone else carry that particular weight. "Not Elma. He assaulted her, and I responded the way any Lycan would respond to an attack against someone under his protection. I take full responsibility for that death, though I regret the years of grief that followed from the truth no one bothered explaining to you.""You should have sent word," Rourke said, something raw entering his voice. "Seven years, Xander. I've hated a woman I never met ov

XanderMarcus found me in the war room studying maps I hadn't needed to consult in years, tracing possible routes Derrick might have taken from the settlement, when a courier arrived breathless with news that finally, after weeks of silence, offered something concrete to pursue."A border patrol spotted him," Marcus said, unrolling a fresh map across the table. "Northern crossing, near the same wastelands Elma once fled through. He's been sighted at an old, abandoned watchtower the crown stopped garrisoning years ago.""Alone?""Three guards remain with him, according to the patrol's report. But my King, there's something else. The patrol noted unusual scent markings around the tower, older magic, they said, similar to what our own healers detected around Camilla's scrying mirror.""He's communicating with whoever he answers to," I said, understanding arriving with the particular chill I'd grown accustomed to feeling every time this conspiracy revealed another layer. "Assemble a strik