All Chapters of THE TRUE LUNA IS A FATSO! : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alpha Roderick's POVThe fire in my study had burned low by the time Marcus finally returned from his scouting run, mud still clinging to his boots and a look on his face that told me whatever he'd learned was worth the long ride."Well?" I asked, not bothering to look up from the maps spread across my desk."Silverpeak's in chaos, Alpha." Marcus dropped into the chair across from me, exhaustion in every movement. "The wedding scandal, the rejected omega turning out to be Royal blood, the old Alpha waking from his coma. All of it's true, by the way. I confirmed it with three separate sources who had no reason to lie to each other."I set down my pen and finally gave him my full attention. "A Royal Wolf. After all these generations believing the line was extinct.""That's not even the interesting part." Marcus leaned forward. "There's instability underneath all of it. A disgraced exile sneaking onto their territory undetected. Poisonings inside their own packhouse. A warrior named Garr

Tyla's POVThe cottage at the edge of the Grimwood forest smelled like wet earth and something older than earth, something that clung to the back of your throat and reminded you that you were standing somewhere the sun hadn't properly touched in centuries.I hated it here.I hated everything about the last week of my life, actually. The forced march out of Silverpeak territory with two of Zane's warriors flanking me like I was a criminal. The humiliation of having my belongings thrown into a bag by a servant who couldn't quite hide her smirk. The long, cold walk through the forest with nobody to carry anything and nobody to answer to me and nothing ahead but disgrace and the distant flicker of a fire in a cottage window.Mira's cottage.I pushed the door open without knocking because knocking felt like something people did when they had something to lose, and right now I had absolutely nothing left to lose at all.Mira was already at her worktable, back turned, stirring something in

Bella's POVElder Marsh denied everything.I hadn't expected a confession exactly, but I'd expected something. A flinch. A crack in the careful composure. A single moment where the mask slipped enough to confirm what Wren and I already knew sitting in that library.Instead he sat across the council table from Zane and me with the particular stillness of a man who had spent decades perfecting the art of looking innocent, hands folded, expression appropriately concerned, voice carrying exactly the right measure of wounded dignity."I remember the girl coming to me with gossip," he said, glancing briefly at Wren who stood near the door with her chin up and her hands tight at her sides. "I remember telling her that spreading unverified rumors about the future Luna was inappropriate for someone in her position. That was the entirety of our interaction.""She described your reaction as someone who already knew what she was telling you," Zane said."With respect, Alpha, I cannot be held resp

Bella's POVDarian found me in the east courtyard at dawn.Not the polished, formal courtyard near the packhouse entrance where visiting Alphas were received and ceremonies were held. The old one, tucked behind the storage buildings, flagstones uneven from decades of frost and thaw, a training post in the corner that looked like it had survived several wars and planned to survive several more.I'd been standing in front of that post for twenty minutes, trying to do what Darian had shown me the day before, trying to push a controlled burst of power through my hands without either burning out completely or accidentally leveling something structural, and failing repeatedly in a way that was becoming genuinely frustrating."You're thinking too hard," Darian said, settling himself on a low stone wall nearby with the careful movements of a man whose body was recovered but still occasionally reminding him it had been horizontal for five years."I'm thinking exactly hard enough," I said. "Th

Zane's POVI was still thinking about the courtyard.Three hours later, sitting at my desk with a stack of border reports I'd read the same paragraph of four times without retaining a single word, the image of Bella standing in silver and gold light with that layered voice sitting in her throat was still more present in my mind than anything on the parchment in front of me.My father had come to find me afterward, wearing the expression of a man trying very hard not to look as moved as he was."Well," he'd said, settling into the chair across my desk with his morning tea like we were about to discuss something unremarkable. "She's something, isn't she.""Yes," I'd said, because there wasn't a more precise word available and I wasn't ready to reach for one.He'd looked at me over his cup for a long moment. "You know, your mother had a gift too. Nothing like that, obviously. But something. A way of knowing things before they happened. I spent the first year of our mating dismissing it a