All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TANYA'S POV ​The moment I returned to the quiet of my private guest chamber, I dismissed the attending maids with a gentle, appreciative smile. "You have all worked exceptionally hard tonight. Leave me to rest." ​"Yes, Lady Tanya. Goodnight." ​The heavy oak doors clicked shut, and a serene, heavy silence finally settled over the room. ​I walked over to the full-length mirror, slowly unfastening the damp velvet cloak from my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Turning my arm, I examined the scrape on my wrist under the candlelight. It was barely visible—hardly worth a second thought, let alone the frantic attention of a palace healer. ​Yet, by tomorrow morning, the entire realm would believe I was the tragic victim of a spurned girl's rage. ​A faint, sharp smile curved my lips. Exactly as planned. ​A hesitant knock sounded at the door. "My lady?" ​"Come in, Elise." ​My personal maid stepped inside, bowing deeply as she closed the door behind her. "I have just returned f

AMARA'S POV​The wrought-iron palace gates slowly vanished behind the tinted windows of the black SUV, cutting off the glittering world of the high court. No one spoke. The heavy, suffocating silence inside the vehicle was far worse than any malicious gossip the nobles had whispered to my face.​Vivian sat with rigid, faultless posture, her profile silhouetted by the passing streetlamps as she stared out the window, completely ignoring my existence. Serena, however, had never been a creature of silence. She watched me from across the leather seats, a smug, venomous smile playing on her lips before she finally broke the quiet.​"So…" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. "How does it actually feel?"​I kept my gaze fixed on the blurring trees outside, refusing to give her the satisfaction of looking at her.​"To be rejected by the most powerful Alpha in the Twelve Kingdoms," Serena continued, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. "To have the fated bond ripped away before everyone

​KAEL'S POV​Sleep never came.​The enormous bedroom of the High Alpha's private wing was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, aggressive crackling of the logs in the stone fireplace. I stood out on the balcony overlooking the sprawling, moonlit expanse of the Imperial Palace, my knuckles white where they gripped the cold marble railing.​The full moon hung high above the kingdom, casting a harsh silver glow over the courtyards. Normally, its celestial light brought a deep, primitive calm to my wolf. Tonight, it only made the beast more manic.​Go back to her.​I ignored the command, staring blindly into the tree line.​She is bleeding. She is hurting.​"I know," I muttered, the admission escaping past my lips into the freezing night air before I could stop it.​My wolf seized on the vulnerability immediately, snarling at the edge of my consciousness. Then why did you leave her? Why did you cast our soul aside?​I closed my eyes, my jaw tightening until a sharp ache throbbed in my temp

​KAEL'S POV​The first pale rays of dawn had barely broken over the horizon when the sound of splintering ironwood echoed across the royal training grounds.​With a deafening crack, my blade sheared cleanly through the torso of the heavy practice dummy. Straw and sawdust exploded into the morning air, settling over the dirt like snow. I stood in the center of the ring, my chest heaving, sweat dripping from my jaw line.​Near the iron weapon racks, a pair of palace guards exchanged anxious, wide-eyed looks. They quickly lowered their eyes the moment I glanced in their direction, their postures rigid with fear. They had served the throne for years, yet they had never seen their High Alpha display this kind of unbridled, relentless aggression.​"You know, at this rate, the royal treasury will have to open a dedicated line of credit just for the carpentry guild."​Gideon strolled into the yard, a flask of water in his hand. He gestured to the wreckage littering the dirt. "That is the thir

​AMARA'S POV​The quiet sanctuary of the library was lit by the pale morning sun, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floorboards. I sat at my father’s massive mahogany desk, surrounded by heavy, leather-bound chronicles detailing the ancient histories of our people.​For hours, I did not lift my eyes from the pages. I immersed myself in the lineages of the great matriarchs who had shaped the Twelve Kingdoms. As I read through accounts of past wars, territorial treaties, and political crises, a profound realization began to dawn on me.​Many of the most revered Lunas in history were not remembered for their flawless beauty or their physical dominance in battle. They were celebrated for their unparalleled wisdom, their sharp diplomacy, and the unyielding courage they displayed when their packs were pushed to the brink of ruin. They were women who ruled with their minds, turning words into shields and strategy into weapons.​If they could command the respect of kings and war