All Chapters of The Alpha’s Plus Size Obession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Modric POVThe word wouldn’t leave me alone. Mate.It echoed in my chest like a war drum, pounding with every heartbeat as I stood frozen in that side room long after Mary Ann had fled. My cheek still stung from her second slap, but it was nothing compared to the chaos she’d left behind. I refused to accept it. No way. I couldn’t be mated to her—the plus-size girl I’d once mocked to keep my distance, the alliance bride forced on me by duty. She was a complication I didn’t need, a weakness I couldn’t afford.Yet the bond didn’t care what I wanted.I knew her wolf was silent. I could feel it through the fragile thread connecting us. She hadn’t fully experienced the pull yet, that overwhelming recognition that had slammed into me during the kiss. Good. That was good. I’d keep this torment to myself. Let her think it was nothing more than anger and the ritual magic of the ceremony. The less she knew, the easier it would be to maintain the distance I’d built between us.But Goddess, that k

ModricThe northern border station had become my refuge, even if I refused to call it that. I pushed the warriors harder than necessary that morning, barking orders during drills until sweat poured down their faces and muscles trembled. “Again!” I shouted, circling the group as they sparred in the dust. Blades clashed, wolves growled in partial shifts, and the air filled with the scent of exertion. They were exhausted, but so was I—and exhaustion was the only thing keeping thoughts of her at bay.Kylian watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, his expression growing darker with every passing hour. When we finally called a break, he cornered me near the treeline, voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.“You’re using patrol duties as an excuse to stay away from the pack house, Modric. This isn’t like you.”I wiped sweat from my brow, refusing to meet his eyes. “There’s been unusual rogue activity. Reports of scouts near the ridges. I need to be here.”Kylian snorted. “The repor

Mary AnnKylian’s words lingered like a bruise I could not stop pressing. He did return last night. He just didn’t come to see you. I kept my face calm as I walked away from the training fields, but inside, the hurt twisted sharp and deep. Modric had come home and chosen the borders again. He had slept under the same roof and still avoided me like I carried some sickness. I refused to let anyone see how much it stung. Not the servants, not the elders, and certainly not myself if I could help it.Back in the Luna Wing, I poured every ounce of that pain into finishing the Unity Festival proposal. I wrote carefully, outlining schedules, budgets, safety measures, and ways to involve both Ironclaw and Mooncrest families. Healing through shared laughter and food felt right. By late afternoon, the document was polished and ready. I would not wait for Modric to grace me with his presence. I would leave it on his desk where he could not ignore it.The Alpha’s study was quiet when I slipped ins

Mary AnnThe approved proposal came back to me the next morning with no note, no explanation, nothing but Modric’s bold signature at the bottom. I stared at it for a long moment in the quiet of the Luna Wing study, tracing the strong lines of his name with my fingertip. Surprise washed over me. He had actually agreed. After the tense argument in his study and days of deliberate avoidance, he had given permission without a single word of praise or acknowledgment. It stung more than I wanted to admit, but I pushed the hurt aside. This was not about him. It was about the pack.I threw myself into organizing the Unity Festival with quiet determination. Meetings with elders from both Ironclaw and Mooncrest filled my days. We chose a neutral meadow between territories for the gathering, planned simple shared meals, storytelling circles for the elders, and games for the children. I worked late into the evenings, coordinating supplies and making sure every detail supported healing rather than

Modric’s POV“Go back inside, Mary Ann.”The words came out colder than I intended, filling the quiet hallway between us. She stood in the doorway of the Luna Wing, one hand still wrapped around the handle. Her dark curls fell loosely around her shoulders, and the oversized cream sweater she wore softened every curve of her body. The sight of her standing there should not have affected me, but it did. My wolf pushed forward the moment her scent reached me, wildflowers and warmth wrapping around my senses.She did not obey.Instead, Mary Ann lifted her chin and studied me with eyes that were far too calm. The nervous girl from the academy would have lowered her gaze immediately. She would have stepped aside, afraid of giving me another reason to laugh at her.This woman stared directly at me.“Is that all you have to say?” she asked.My jaw tightened. “It is late.”“That was not my question.”I glanced down the hallway, making sure no servant was lingering close enough to hear us. The