บททั้งหมดของ A Plus-Size Luna For The Lycan King: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

LORENZOThe journey back to the pack house was taking longer than expected, mostly because of the traffic on the main highway.To pass the time, I stayed on the phone with Olivia. Hearing her voice over the speaker helped take my mind off the long drive. We were in the middle of talking about her plans for the week when two black cars sped past us and suddenly cut right in front of our path.I adjusted on the leather seat, my eyes narrowing. "Olivia, let me call you back.""Is everything okay?" she asked, her tone shifting to concern."Yeah. There's something important I have to handle right now. I'll call you as soon as I'm done."I hung up, setting the phone aside, and looked up at Kelvin in the driver’s seat. "Who are they?""I have no idea," Kelvin said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "They came out of nowhere."The two cars suddenly reversed, turned around in the middle of the road, and began driving straight toward us at full speed—as if trying to ram us head-on.Kelvin re

OLIVIAAt seven o'clock that evening, I left my room and headed down the hallway toward Lorenzo’s quarters.I knew how he was. Being the Lycan King, he probably thought he was above taking human medicine and that nature would just sort itself out.Besides, I hadn't forgotten the look Dr. Draven gave him earlier. When the doctor examined the wound, he had hesitated before saying Lorenzo didn't need medication. Lorenzo had insisted on getting some anyway, but Dr. Draven had looked at him with that knowing smile.Now that I had time to think about it, the whole thing made sense. Lorenzo was a powerful Lycan King. A simple scratch like that should have healed within minutes, but the wound was still there. He was deliberately slowing down his own healing. I didn't fully understand whatever game he was playing, but since he asked for medicine, I was going to make sure he actually took it.I knocked on his door."Come in," his voice called out.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Lore

OLIVIAI had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking a long, warm bath.Standing in front of the mirror, I slowly brushed my hair, getting ready for the day. My reflection stared back at me, but my mind was completely somewhere else. I kept replaying the events of the morning—waking up in Lorenzo’s massive bed, realizing he had lifted me from that uncomfortable couch in the middle of the night without waking me.A small, unstoppable smile spread across my face, and my cheeks burned with a deep blush. My brain was never usually this active or romantic so early in the morning, but I couldn't help imagining the quiet moment he carried me in his arms while I was fast asleep.A quiet knock at the door broke through my thoughts."Come in," I called out, setting the hairbrush down on the vanity.Trina stepped into the room, holding a plain brown envelope in her hand. She bowed politely. "Good morning, Your Majesty. The post office delivered this earlier. It's addressed directly to you.

OLIVIAThe next morning, I decided it was time to get active.I stepped out of my room around six o'clock, wearing a sports shirt, my canvas sneakers, and a jogging skirt I had ordered online. I wasn't a fan of trousers—if I put on tight pants, I knew I would just end up hating how I looked in the mirror. A simple skirt felt much better.I met Miranda in the corridor, and we prepared to head out. But as we walked toward the exit, Lorenzo appeared at the end of the hallway.He stopped, his eyes sweeping over my outfit in surprise. "Olivia? Where are you going so early?""I'm going for a jog," I said, gesturing to myself. "With Miranda. Is there a problem?""No, of course not," Lorenzo said, tilting his head slightly. "I just thought sports required pants. Why are you wearing a skirt?"I crossed my arms, giving him an amused look. "Have you ever heard of personal preference, Enzo?""Ah. Preference. Right," he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. "Okay, then. Have a nice jog."I pl

CLARAI woke up earlier than usual the next morning, feeling lighter than I had in months.I lay in bed for a few moments, a triumphant smile spreading across my face as I remembered everything from the night before. The plan had actually worked.As soon as I washed up, I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed my mother's number to break the good news."Clara?" my mother answered on the second ring. "How did it go?""Mom, it worked!" I whispered excitedly into the receiver. "It went so well! He didn't even hesitate last night."My mother let out a bright, proud laugh over the phone. "I knew it! I am so proud of you, my child. Now all we have to do is wait and hope for the good news.""Yes," I agreed, twirling a strand of my hair. "Mom, what should I do now? Is there anything else we need to do?""Did Damien say anything to you when he woke up?" my mother asked, her tone turning cautious. "Did he give any strange reaction, like he was still under the effect of the drug?""No," I replie