All Chapters of The Alpha’s Plus Size Obession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mary Ann’s POV“Do not think defending your title means I was defending you.”Modric’s words followed me into the corridor, cold and deliberate.I stopped walking.For one brief second, I considered continuing without answering. That would have been the wiser choice. The council meeting had ended in my favor. My proposal had been approved, and Elder Gregor had been forced to swallow his disrespect in front of everyone.I should have taken the victory and left.Instead, I slowly turned around.Modric still stood near the council chamber doors, his broad shoulders filling the entrance. His gray eyes remained fixed on me, as though he expected gratitude. Perhaps he believed one sharp command in my defense should make me forget every insult, every night of avoidance and every cruel reminder that our marriage meant nothing to him.“I never asked you to defend me,” I said.His jaw tightened.“You looked as though you needed it.”“I was handling Gregor perfectly well.”“He called you an outs

Modric’s POVKylian was waiting in my study when I returned from the corridor.He stood near the window with his arms crossed, looking entirely too calm for a man who had just refused a direct order from his Alpha.I closed the door behind me.“What is going on with Mary Ann?”Kylian glanced toward me. “Good evening to you too.”“Do not test me.”His expression hardened. “Then stop speaking to me like I am one of your trainees.”I moved behind my desk but did not sit. Anger had been burning beneath my skin since I noticed the guards outside the Luna Wing.Guards Kylian had placed there.Because of something Mary Ann had told him in confidence.“She is my wife,” I said. “If there is a threat against her, I should know.”“You would have known if you were ever home.”The words struck like a fist.My wolf surged forward, offended by the challenge. I planted both hands on the desk and leaned toward him.“Watch your mouth.”“Or what?” Kylian stepped away from the window. “You will hit me be

Modric’s POVMary Ann did not move when I stepped closer to the table.The council library was silent except for the faint crackle of the fire and the soft ticking of the old clock near the shelves. Papers covered almost every inch of the table. Festival maps, supply lists, food permits, security schedules, and handwritten notes were spread around her like she had tried to fight an entire war with ink and determination.Her head rested on one arm. Dark curls spilled across the papers, hiding half her face. The pen remained loosely trapped between her fingers, as though she had fallen asleep in the middle of writing a sentence.I should have left her there.She had chosen to work herself into exhaustion. It was not my responsibility to carry her around like a helpless child. She had servants. Guards stood outside the Luna Wing. Greta was probably asleep only a few rooms away.Still, I stayed.My gaze moved across the table until I found the page beneath her hand. It was a list of famil

Mary Ann’s POVThe first Mooncrest wagons arrived three days before the Unity Festival.I heard them before I saw them.The courtyard filled with the rumble of wooden wheels, the snorting of horses and the excited voices of servants announcing the delegation’s arrival. I abandoned the seating chart on my desk and hurried toward the entrance before I could remind myself that a Luna was supposed to move with dignity.The moment I stepped outside, homesickness struck me so sharply that I had to stop.Mooncrest’s silver-and-blue banners fluttered above the wagons. Familiar guards dismounted near the gate, followed by farmers, cooks, musicians and council representatives I had known for most of my life.For the first time since my wedding, home had come to me.“Luna Mary Ann!”Farmer Elias climbed down from the first wagon and opened his arms.I laughed as I crossed the courtyard.“You made it.”“Barely. Your father sent enough seed to plant half of Ironclaw.”“He always sends too much.”“

Mary Ann’s POVThe lower festival grounds stretched along the eastern side of Ironclaw’s main courtyard, bordered by tall pine trees and a shallow stream.Workers moved between the tents, carrying wooden benches, lantern poles and crates of decorations. Mooncrest’s blue-and-silver banners had been placed beside Ironclaw’s black-and-gray ones, creating a display that looked more peaceful than either pack truly felt.Adrian walked beside me with two rolled maps tucked beneath his arm.Kylian followed several steps behind us, close enough to protect us but far enough to pretend he was not listening.I knew Modric had ordered him to come.The thought irritated me.I was capable of walking across festival grounds without being guarded like a helpless pup. Yet Modric had insisted the additional security was necessary because of the anonymous messages.Messages he knew almost nothing about.Perhaps that was why he had been so tense during the meeting.Or perhaps he simply did not trust Moonc