All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

​TANYA'S POV​I did not sleep that night.​Not because I was frightened. Fear was a completely useless emotion when one possessed enough intelligence and patience to evaluate facts and make precise decisions.​I was simply thinking.​The Moon Circle.​The sacred ritual had existed for centuries, forming the foundation of modern wolf society. Every monarch, every high lord, and every noble child in the Twelve Kingdoms was taught its fundamental history from infancy. The Moon Circle recognized the strength, divine right, and political legitimacy of ruling bloodlines. It was an ancient symbol of authority and absolute order—nothing more.​At least, that was what the High Council wanted the realm to believe.​Having spent years studying old royal documents to perfect my political standing, I knew that official court history was rarely complete. History was drafted by survivors—and survivors were not always interested in preserving the unvarnished truth.​I sat beside the grand arched wind

​AMARA’S POV ​The sound of Serena’s laughter followed me all the way down the corridor. ​I kept walking. That was the only thing left to do—one foot in front of the other. ​My body felt impossibly heavy, every single step dragging against the polished marble floor as though the palace itself were trying to pull me down into the earth. I could still feel the dull ache in my knees and the deep, marrow-deep weakness in my limbs. ​A strange, unnatural exhaustion had settled over me ever since the night of the Summit. I had tried to pretend it was nothing. I had tried to convince myself that I was simply tired—that the sleepless nights, the public humiliation, the broken bond, and the endless tears had finally caught up with my physical frame. ​But the terrifying truth was that I had never felt this weak before. Not even during the darkest days after my father's death. ​My hand slid along the cold stone wall as I walked, my fingers brushing against the marble for balance. I hated th

​TANYA’S POV ​The palace had never been this quiet. ​Not after a victory. Not after a defeat. Not even when old kings passed into memory. ​The silence felt wrong—heavy, suffocating, and thick with unnatural tension. ​Every servant moved with frantic, hurried steps down the corridor. Every royal guard gripped his broadsword hilt as if an unseen phantom were stalking the hallways. Every noble lowered their voice to a hushed, paranoid whisper whenever another shadow crossed their path. ​The entire imperial capital was drowning in pure, unadulterated fear. ​I stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my private chambers, watching black, bruised storm clouds gather over the jagged northern peaks where Kael had disappeared. ​Three days. ​Three whole days with no official dispatch, no imperial raven, and no trace of the High Alpha. ​Behind me, the door clicked open. Lady Celeste entered quietly, performing a swift, low bow. "My lady." ​I didn't turn around. "What news from the

​AMARA’S POV​Morning arrived far too quickly.​I had barely slept. Every time my eyes closed, the heavy silence of the night brought Kael's voice roaring back into my mind.​"You are too fat to be my Luna."​Then came the chorus. The sneering nobles at the Summit. The cruel merchants in the market. Serena. Vivian. Even in the temporary safety of my dreams, there was nowhere to hide from them.​A sharp, timid knock sounded at my bedroom door. "Lady Amara?" Martha's gentle voice reached me through the dark wood. "It's almost time."​"I know."​I stared at my reflection one last time before pulling open the door.​Martha offered a warm, comforting smile. "You look beautiful, my lady."​I managed a weak, fragile smile. "Thank you, Martha."​She frowned slightly, stepping closer. "You don't believe me."​"I..." My voice faltered, raw and strained. "I'm trying to."​Martha looked like she wanted to say a hundred different things, but instead, she simply reached out and adjusted the delicat

​KAEL’S POV​Pain.​That was the very first thing I felt—a deep, crushing ache spreading through every bone in my body, forcibly dragging me out of unconsciousness.​The damp, metallic smell of wet stone filled my lungs. Cold water dripped steadily somewhere in the surrounding darkness.​...Drip.​...Drip.​...Drip.​I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was a blurry smear of light and shadow. The ceiling far above me was carved from rough black basalt, illuminated only by a few flickering wall torches.​I attempted to sit up, but metal chains immediately snapped taut.​Clang!​A sharp, searing pain shot up through both of my wrists. I looked down. Heavy black iron shackles bound my wrists tightly to the stone wall behind me. Similar thick chains wrapped around my ankles and chest, pinning my frame securely in place.​Runes.​Ancient, glowing silver runes had been deeply engraved into every single link. They were not ordinary metal restraints; they were actively suppressing my internal