Todos os capítulos de His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir : Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 238

The reports began arriving from three separate territories within the same week, each describing an illness our own healers had never previously encountered, fever and wasting that spread with alarming speed through entire villages before anyone fully understood its particular danger."This isn't an ordinary plague," Jax said, reviewing the accumulated symptoms alongside Ondine's considerable medical library. "Mama, the progression is too rapid, too uniform across every reported case. Something about this illness behaves unlike anything conventional medicine has previously catalogued.""Could it be connected to our own bloodline somehow?" Mia asked, already cross-referencing the reported symptoms against her considerable archive of Moonbound manifestation patterns."I don't believe so," Ondine said carefully, studying the reports with her own accumulated decades of scholarship. "This appears entirely separate from anything our bloodline typically produces. But Elma, if this illness co

I had always known my own heritage carried something my parents described carefully, patiently, across my entire childhood, but standing now before my first genuine medical crisis, watching villages fall beneath an illness even Jax's considerable expertise struggled to fully comprehend, I understood, with sudden clarity, exactly how much responsibility my own inheritance now demanded."Elowen," my father called, finding me at the edge of our temporary camp where I'd been practicing the healing exercises Ondine had personally overseen across these past years. "Are you ready? Jax believes your particular gift might offer something the rest of us haven't yet managed."I nodded, though considerable nervousness accompanied my confidence, understanding that whatever expectation my parents' considerable legacy had established, this genuine crisis demanded proof considerably beyond simple training exercises."What makes you think I can help where others haven't?" I asked, following him toward

ElmaThe door locked behind Xander and Zeb with a sound like a coffin lid closing, and I slid down the wall until I sat on the cold floor with my knees pulled against my chest.Hours passed, though I could not have said how many. The fire burned lower in the hearth, the guard outside shifted his weight against the door, and the severed mate bond kept pulsing inside my chest like a rotten tooth that refused to stop aching. My wolf had gone silent since the rejection. She lay curled somewhere in the dark corners of my mind, whimpering softly whenever I let myself think of Liam.I thought of Nadia instead, because hatred hurt in a cleaner way.Nadia had held my hand during my first shift. Nadia had sneaked honey cakes into my room whenever Mirabella's cruelty left me too sick to eat dinner. Every one of those memories now looked different, warped like a painting seen through broken glass, and I kept searching for them for the moment when kindness had turned into calculation.Just before

ElmaThe bed in Xander’s chamber was large enough to hold six people, yet I lay at the very edge of it with my spine rigid and my fingers clenched around the blanket, as if the mattress might swallow me whole.He had given me a long linen nightgown from some servant’s chest, plain and shapeless and wonderfully modest, and I had never been so grateful for a piece of cloth in my life. Then he had stretched out on the opposite side of the bed, in the dark, with a full arm’s length of cold sheets between us.He did not touch me even once.That unsettled me far more than any threat could have done. I had braced myself for hands and demands and cruelty, but instead I lay awake listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing, and I felt the strangeness of it pressing against my ribs like a stone.“Stop wondering whether I will change my mind,” his voice murmured through the darkness, rough with exhaustion. “I told you that I do not take what is not freely given, and I never speak a vow I do no