Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession: Kapitel 191 – Kapitel 200

Modric’s POVI did not like sealed evidence.I liked enemies with names.Faces.Motives I could study.Weapons I could see coming.What the Moon Council had done was worse.They had accused Mary Ann of building a kingdom and hidden the people making the accusation behind procedure.By sunrise, Kylian and I had turned one of Nightveil’s smaller archive rooms into an investigation chamber.Copies of the imperial decree covered one side of the table. Ironclaw’s legal charter sat beside Nightveil’s reconstruction agreements, Mooncrest declarations, and every emergency military order Mary Ann had signed since the three-pack alliance began.If someone had submitted evidence against her, I wanted to know what they could possibly have used.Kylian dropped another stack of documents in front of me.“Those are all the joint orders carrying Mary Ann’s signature.”I looked at the pile.“There are too many.”“She has been busy.”“That is not what I meant.”“I know.”He sat opposite me.Most of the

Mary Ann’s POVThe imperial capital made Ironclaw look quiet.That was my first thought when our carriage passed beneath the outer gates.The city stretched far beyond anything I had expected. White stone towers rose over wide roads lined with old pack banners. Council buildings occupied entire blocks. Carriages carrying Alpha crests moved through the streets beside merchants, guards, diplomats, and servants wearing uniforms from territories I had never visited.Everything felt organized.Controlled.Observed.Even the silence around important buildings felt deliberate.Modric sat opposite me inside the carriage, one hand resting near the window.Kylian rode ahead with part of our security detail. Liora and the Nightveil legal representatives followed in the carriage behind us.Our delegation had remained small.Fifteen people.Modric still considered that insufficient.I considered fifteen already close to an invading party.“We are being watched,” he said.“I noticed.”His gaze move

Mary Ann’s POV“I will not choose between the three packs.”My own voice echoed through the High Moon Council chamber.Then silence followed.I remembered saying those words.I remembered exactly where I had been standing.Ironclaw’s council chamber.Representatives from three packs staring at me as though my life could be divided into neat pieces for their convenience.Ironclaw.Mooncrest.Nightveil.Choose.As though choosing one meant the others would simply stop being part of me.Now the same words were being used as evidence that I wanted to rule them all.High Elder Magnus Thorne leaned forward in his seat.“Would you care to explain, Luna Volkov, why a woman who claims she does not seek authority over three territories declared that she would never choose between them?”I looked toward him.“Yes.”His eyebrows lifted slightly.I stood.My legal representative shifted as though preparing to advise me.I shook my head.I did not need someone to explain my own words.“I said it.”

Mary Ann’s POVThe worst part was that none of it was invented.There was no forged document to expose. No missing paragraph. No altered signature.Magnus Thorne did not need lies this time.He had Modric’s past.And Modric’s past was ugly enough on its own.I sat at the defense table the next morning while the High Moon Council clerk read the conduct being considered under the harm exception.Repeated psychological humiliation.Public degradation.Marital abandonment.Infidelity.An intimidating household environment.Possessive behavior after mate recognition.The words sounded cold and legal, but I had lived every one of them.My wolf shifted uneasily.Modric sat several rows behind me because Magnus had ordered that the person being investigated could not sit beside the alleged victim during testimony.I hated the wording.There was nothing alleged about what happened.Modric hurt me.Repeatedly.Choosing him again did not erase that.Magnus called the first witness.An older woma

Modric’s POVBy the next morning, Mary Ann’s hearing no longer belonged to the High Moon Council.It belonged to everyone.News of her testimony had spread across the territories. By sunrise, copies had reached Ironclaw. By midmorning, Nightveil released its council declaration. Before noon, Mooncrest’s women’s councils submitted a formal statement to the imperial registry.By afternoon, packs with no connection to us were arguing about hereditary Alpha power.The Council had tried to place one woman’s marriage under review.Instead, they had started a political movement.Kylian dropped another stack of letters onto the table in our temporary residence.“That is the third delivery.”“From where?”“Ironclaw.”I stared at the pile.“All of it?”“Yes.”Mary Ann sat across the room with Liora, reviewing Nightveil’s restoration records.She glanced over.“What are they?”“Statements,” Kylian said. “Apparently everyone in Ironclaw with access to paper has something to say.”He opened the fi