All Chapters of The Alpha’s Plus Size Obession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Mary Ann’s POVThe first body hit the ground before I understood what was happening.A woman near the dessert table clutched her throat, her plate crashing beside her. A second guest collapsed moments later. Then another.Screams tore through the festival grounds.People pushed away from the food tents, overturning benches and knocking into one another. Children began crying. Warriors reached for their weapons even though there was no visible enemy to fight.Modric’s arm remained around my waist.“Do not eat anything!” he roared.His Alpha command thundered across the courtyard.The panic slowed for only a second.“Elara!” I shouted.The pack healer was already running toward the fallen guests with two assistants behind her. I pulled away from Modric and followed.“Mary Ann, stop.”I ignored him.A man was lying beside one of the tables, his body jerking violently. His mate knelt beside him, screaming his name.“Move back,” Elara ordered. “Give him air.”I crouched beside the woman.“

Mary Ann’s POVThe guards outside my door changed twice before anyone told me what had happened.I sat in the Luna Wing with my hands folded tightly in my lap, listening to footsteps move through the corridor. No one entered. No one explained whether Elder Mira was still alive or whether the council had decided I was responsible for the poisoning.The silence felt like punishment.Greta remained with me, rearranging objects that did not need to be moved. She straightened the curtains, folded a blanket and checked the tea tray three times.“You should eat something,” she said.“I am not hungry.”“You have barely eaten all day.”“Several people are fighting for their lives because of food I approved.”Greta stopped beside the table.“You did not poison them.”“The council may not agree.”“Alpha Modric does.”I looked toward her.“What makes you think that?”“He would not have allowed anyone to bring you here safely if he believed you were guilty.”I almost laughed.Safely.Two armed gua

Modric POVThe sound from the monitor became one long, terrible line.For one second, no one moved.Then the infirmary exploded into action.“Elara!” I shouted.“I know!” she snapped.She pushed me away from the bed and placed both hands over Mary Ann’s chest. One of the healers brought a small wooden box filled with medicine while another pulled the blanket away from her body. Elara began pressing hard against Mary Ann’s chest, counting under her breath as the other healer forced air into her lungs.Mary Ann did not move.Her face remained pale.Her lips looked almost blue.The bond between us weakened so quickly that I felt it like blood draining from my body. The warm pull that had followed me since the wedding became thin and distant. My wolf threw himself against my skin with a roar so violent that claws broke through the tips of my fingers.Mate is leaving.“No.”The word came out as a growl.Kylian caught my shoulders before I could climb onto the bed.“Modric, let them work.”

Modric’s POVBy noon, the woman in the green cloak had become the most hunted person in Ironclaw.Kylian questioned everyone who had been near the dessert tents. He spoke with cooks, guards, musicians, children, elders, and even the merchants who had set up stalls near the courtyard. Several people remembered seeing a woman in dark green, but their stories did not match. One servant claimed she was tall. A Mooncrest guest said she was short. A child remembered auburn hair beneath the hood, while an elderly warrior insisted the woman had black hair. No one had seen her face clearly. It was beginning to look less like poor memory and more like deliberate confusion.“She may have changed cloaks,” Kylian said as he stood across from my desk. “Or she had help creating false sightings.”I looked down at the statements spread before me. Every page gave us another description and no real answer. “Someone wanted witnesses to remember the cloak instead of the woman wearing it.”“That is what I

Modric’s POV“Why do you act as though you hate me and then do things like this?”Mary Ann’s question stopped me before I could stand fully.I remained on one knee in front of her, my hand still resting lightly against her ankle. Her second shoe sat beside the first, neatly placed near the bed. The room had gone quiet around us. Greta had moved toward the medicine table, pretending not to listen, but I knew she heard every word.Mary Ann looked down at me with tired eyes. She was still pale from the poison, and weakness softened her usual strength, but the question in her face was clear. She was not accusing me this time. She was asking because she truly did not understand.The worst part was that I did understand.I acted as though I hated her because hatred was simple.Hatred allowed me to keep my distance.Hatred protected the life I had chosen with Velvera.Hatred stopped me from admitting that I had noticed Mary Ann long before the alliance, long before the wedding, and long befo