All Chapters of His Rejected Plus-Sized Secret Heir : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CamilaI stood in front of the balcony, watching from above every servant that passed by, with the warriors who stood at the gates changing shifts. None of them looked up at me, not for once at all, to acknowledge my presence. I'd stood in these halls for centuries, watching kings rise and fall, certain that one day I would stand beside Xander as his queen, knowing fully well that I had earned that place, or so I'd believed, not until she arrived. A rejected Silver Moon girl, a low life breeder, a prisoner who should have remained beneath everyone in this palace, forgotten in some servant's corridor.Instead, she was becoming impossible to ignore.I thought about the conversation from the night before, turning it over until it gradually began to make sense. I hadn't gone to Xander to convince him of her guilt; I had only gone to know what his next line of action would be, but I didn't like what I found."Until I find proof that Elma is guilty, no one will mistreat her under my roo

Xander. Knock! Knock! Knock! I heard the loud bang of the door as I began preparing for the day. I reached for the door and was surprised to see a servant rushing to the door. His consistent banging on the door woke me up before dawn. He was very close to collapsing on me with the way he was breathless and began bowing his head before I had even ushered him in. "My King. The Council of Elders requests you immediately. A dispute has broken out along the northern border.""What kind of dispute?""The hunting rights, my king, of two territories and two allied packs, both refusing to yield."I was already reaching for my coat. "Serious enough to need me there in person?""Serious enough that Elder Wraithe insisted, my King."I dressed quickly, my mind already moving toward maps and boundary lines, and found myself doing something I never do before leaving on business like this.I went looking for her.I found Elma in the courtyard, wrapped in a thick cloak against the morning chill, o

ElmaAs early as morning I stretched forth my hands around the bed and was astonished to see that everywhere was literally empty. I woke up on an empty bed without Alpha Xander by my sideFor a moment I simply lay there, staring at the space where Xander should have been, and felt something like longing for Alpha Xander hitting me strangely in my chest.I sat up sharply, disturbed by my own thought. Since when did I notice his absence?"Stop it," I muttered to the empty room. "This is still a prison. He's still the man who dragged you here in chains."But even as I said it, my mind drifted back to yesterday, the greenhouse, his questions, the way he'd actually listened when I spoke instead of waiting for a reason to doubt me.No one had listened to me like that in years.I dressed quickly, annoyed with myself, and pushed the thought aside."Would it be possible," I asked the servant who brought my morning tray, "to eat somewhere else today? Perhaps the smaller dining room near the in

LiamSleeping these days have become a hassle and a different workload for me. Since Elma was banished out of the pack I can't remember the last time I slept properly. I've been awake for the past twenty four hours and I still haven't been able to take a quick nap. There were different maps scattered and covered on my desk, search reports stacked so high they'd started sliding onto the floor, letters from neighboring Alphas still sealed and untouched beside them.My Beta knocked once before entering. "Alpha Liam.""What.""You're still wearing yesterday's clothes.""I noticed."He crossed the room slowly, studying me the way he'd taken to doing lately, like he was measuring how much of me was still standing upright. "You should rest."I laughed, short and humorless. "Do you know what sleep does?"He waited."It reminds me of her."Neither of us said anything after that.The lead tracker arrived within the hour, his expression already telling me everything before he spoke a single wo

Camila'sHow could one person smile for that long, and what does she really have to say to all those low-life guards downstairs?I have been watching Elma for quite some time now, how she was relating to the guards and everyone. She has been talking to every one of them for about thirty minutes, which has been nothing short of a sight for sore eyes.She hasn't noticed my presence, of course. None of them have. I had just been by the corner ever since I saw her coming out. I couldn't tear my gaze off her.Her fake smile, her chatter, the way she would hold their shoulder and squeeze it.She disgusted me so much.I tried listening in on her conversation, but I couldn't risk exposing my position. Right where I was was perfect. I just wanted to know what she could possibly be talking about with them.I watched as she held the book to her chest, a medical book by the way. Could that be what she was discussing with them? I have never seen anyone so excited to talk about medical activities a