Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession: Kapitel 201 – Kapitel 210

Modric’s POVThe messenger had chosen a private imperial garden for a reason.No Council guards.No official witnesses.No banners showing which house had sent him.Only high stone walls, winter roses, and an old fountain loud enough to cover quiet conversation.He thought I had come alone.I had not.Kylian waited beyond the garden walls with two trusted guards, far enough away that the messenger would not scent them. A small recording crystal rested inside my coat.Mary Ann knew where I was.That mattered.A year ago, I would have come here without telling her. I would have convinced myself secrecy was necessary. That I was protecting her. That I should hear the offer, make the difficult decision, then tell her what I had decided.I understood now how easily protection became control when the person being protected had no choice.So Mary Ann knew everything.Where I was going.What I intended to do.Even that I was recording the conversation.The only thing we did not know was who h

Mary Ann’s POVBy morning, there were eight guards outside our residence.Eight.Not assigned to protect me.Assigned to make sure I did not leave the capital.I stood at the window and watched them take their positions beneath the stone archway while anger slowly built inside me.The order Magnus signed remained on the table behind me.Territorial restriction pending judgment.Such clean language.Such ugly meaning.I was not under arrest.I had not been charged with violence.I had not tried to flee.Yet somehow I was forbidden from returning to Nightveil, Ironclaw, or Mooncrest.A legal cage was still a cage.Modric entered from the adjoining room already dressed.His expression told me he had seen the guards too.“Kylian counted eight.”“I counted them myself.”“Two at the rear entrance.”“I know.”“Another patrol across the street.”“I saw.”His wolf pressed through the completed bond.Angry.Restless.Ready.I turned from the window.“No.”His brows drew together.“I have not sa

Mary Ann’s POVThe High Moon Council chamber felt different without Magnus Thorne sitting in the center.Not safer.Not yet.But less controlled.Three neutral elders had been selected to review the case while the ethics investigation into Magnus continued. None belonged to the families named in Viktor’s old Sovereign House correspondence. None had voted in the earlier procedural disputes. Their job was simple.Review the evidence.Determine whether I had actually committed treason.For the first time since arriving in the capital, that seemed possible.I sat beside my legal representative while Modric remained behind me with the Ironclaw delegation. Liora sat on my other side.No grand speeches.No public crowd inside the chamber.Only documents.The neutral panel had ordered everything reconsidered from the beginning.Not Magnus’s conclusions.The evidence itself.Chief Reviewer Helena Marrow opened the hearing.“This panel is not deciding whether Luna Mary Ann Volkov is politically

Mary Ann’s POVThe old wedding box sat between us on the study table.For a long time, neither Modric nor I touched anything inside.The box smelled faintly of cedar, dust, and the perfume used during our first wedding ceremony. I had not realized scent could preserve memories so well.One breath, and I remembered the old hall.The cold smiles.The council elders watching.The heavy ceremonial robes.Modric standing beside me like a man waiting for a sentence to end.My fingers tightened around the edge of the box.Modric noticed.“We can stop.”“No.”“You do not have to do this today.”“I know.”I looked inside again.“That is why I want to.”Our second wedding was less than three weeks away.I did not want to enter it pretending the first one had never happened.But I also did not want the old marriage sitting in storage like something sacred simply because it was painful.Some things belonged in history.Some belonged in fire.I lifted the first item.My original ceremonial robe.Si

Mary Ann’s POVI discovered very quickly that telling three packs I wanted a small wedding was apparently meaningless.“Absolutely not.”Greta stood in the middle of the restored wildflower garden with both hands on her hips.I stared at her.“Absolutely not what?”“One hundred guests.”“That is already more than I wanted.”“One hundred guests is not a wedding.”“It is exactly a wedding.”“For the Luna of Ironclaw?”“Yes.”“The ceremonial Alpha of Nightveil?”“Yes.”“Daughter of Mooncrest?”“Still yes.”Greta looked personally offended.“There are three packs involved.”“There are two people getting married.”“That is an unnecessarily narrow way to look at it.”I laughed.Wedding preparations had officially begun four days ago, and Greta had transformed into something terrifying.She had lists.Multiple lists.Guest arrangements.Food.Flowers.Music.Seating.Accommodation.Apparently, she had even created an emergency weather plan.I appreciated her excitement.I did not appreciate d