All Chapters of The Alpha’s Plus Size Obession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mary Ann’s POVThe reconstruction program began three days after the ambush.The council approved it faster than I expected.Elder Gregor complained about the cost, the number of workers required, and the risk of bringing Mooncrest builders onto Ironclaw land. He spoke for nearly twenty minutes before Alpha Viktor asked whether he had a better plan.Gregor did not.Modric sat at the head of the table throughout the discussion, his face unreadable. He had reviewed my proposal the night before and returned it with several security notes written in the margins. Additional guards. Rotating patrols. Restricted access to the eastern ridge. Every supply vehicle would be searched before entering the settlement.He had not changed the actual program.That surprised me.When it was time for the final decision, Modric rose.“The reconstruction project is approved,” he announced. “Ironclaw will provide timber, stone, guards and local workers. Mooncrest will send builders and agricultural advisers

Modric’s POVI was out of the bed before I finished reading the message.The cold floor met my feet, but I barely noticed it. I reached for my trousers, pulled them on, and grabbed my shirt from the chair near the fireplace.Behind me, Velvera stirred beneath the blankets.“What happened?”I did not answer immediately.My eyes remained on Kylian’s message.Return immediately. Mary Ann has developed a high fever after the rogue attack. Elara believes it may be connected to the wound.The bond had already begun to change.A heavy discomfort pressed against my chest. It was faint, but familiar enough that my wolf reacted instantly.Mate sick.I buttoned my shirt with unsteady fingers.Velvera sat upright.“Modric.”“Mary Ann has a fever.”The softness left her face.“You are leaving.”“It may be connected to the ambush.”“She has healers.”“Elara asked me to return.”“No. Kylian asked you to return.”I crossed the room and reached for my boots.Velvera pushed the blankets aside and stood

Mary Ann’s POVI could not stop looking at the scratches on Modric’s neck.They were not deep. Three thin red lines disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt, fresh enough that the skin around them was still slightly raised. They might have looked harmless to anyone else.To me, they confirmed every question he had refused to answer.The perfume on the blanket.The secret phone calls.The truck leaving the pack grounds after midnight.The way he returned near dawn, distracted and carrying the scent of a woman who did not live in the Alpha house.I had spent weeks telling myself there could be another explanation. Patrol duties. Private meetings. Pack security. Matters connected to Ironclaw that I had no right to question.But branches did not leave marks like that.Neither did council meetings.Modric noticed me staring.His hand rose toward his collar, covering the scratches too late.“What is it?”“Nothing.”My voice sounded calm.The answer made his expression harden.“You have b

Modric’s POVVelvera knew something was wrong the moment she opened the door.I had barely stepped into the cottage before her eyes moved over my face, my clenched jaw, and the hand I kept buried inside my coat pocket.“What happened?”“Nothing.”She closed the door behind me.“You only come here looking like that when something happened with Mary Ann.”My wolf stirred at the sound of her name.I removed my coat and placed it over the back of a chair. The ring remained inside my pocket, its hard edge pressing against my palm through the fabric.Velvera watched the movement.“Did she accuse you of something?”“No.”“Did you argue?”“Yes.”Her expression sharpened with interest.“About what?”I walked toward the fireplace.The cottage was warm, but the cold from the road remained beneath my skin. I had driven too fast, trying to outrun the image of Mary Ann placing her wedding ring in my hand.Keep it until you remember what marriage is supposed to mean.I could still feel the weight of

Mary Ann’s POVThe journey to Mooncrest began before sunrise.Modric insisted we travel in the same vehicle.He called it a security decision.After the ambush, no one argued with him when he doubled the guards, changed the route twice, and ordered patrol wolves to run ahead of the convoy. Kylian remained in Ironclaw to manage the council while Marek led the first group of warriors.I sat beside Modric in the rear of the largest vehicle, close enough that our shoulders brushed whenever the road became uneven.Neither of us spoke for the first hour.The silence was not peaceful.It was filled with everything we had refused to discuss.The returned ring rested on my finger. Modric had noticed it at breakfast, and although he had said nothing, relief had moved through the bond.I had felt it.That was the problem with the mate bond. It revealed moments he would never admit aloud. Fear when I was in danger. Anger when another man touched me. Relief when I wore his ring.Then he would spea