All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

​AMARA’S POV​The morning sun streamed through the tall stained-glass windows of the Everhart Estate, bathing the grand dining hall in a warm, golden light.​It should have felt comforting. Instead, it only served to highlight how cold and utterly alone I was inside these walls.​The long, polished mahogany table could easily seat thirty guests. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, reflecting off silver cutlery that had been arranged with military precision.​Vivian sat at the very head of the table in a rich burgundy silk gown, leisurely reading the morning newspaper while sipping dark tea from a china cup. Serena lounged beside her, her eyes glued to her crystal tablet as her fingers scrolled lazily through local high-society gossip.​Neither of them so much as glanced up when I stepped into the room.​I quietly pulled out my usual seat near the far end of the long table. Almost instantly, a footman signaled to a waiting maid, who stepped forward holding a small, silver-covered p

​AMARA’S POV​I spent the rest of the morning in Father's library.​The silence between the towering mahogany shelves was the only sanctuary left in the entire estate that didn't judge me. Ancient leather volumes lay open across the desk—detailed works on regional history, diplomacy, military strategy, and the governing legal frameworks of the Twelve Kingdoms.​I had barely finished copying a passage on territorial trade rights into my notebook when the heavy library doors burst open.​"Lady Amara." A young maid bowed hurriedly, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "Lady Vivian requests your immediate presence in the east courtyard."​I carefully capped my ink pen and closed my notebook. "Did she mention why?"​The maid hesitated, shifting her weight. "No, my lady."​That single answer was enough to make my stomach tighten into a knot. Vivian never summoned me without a specific purpose—and that purpose was rarely ever kind.​AMARA’S POV​The east courtyard was unusually lively

​KAEL’S POV​I hadn't slept. Not even for a minute.​I sat against the cold, damp stone wall of the subterranean cell, my eyes fixed on the heavy iron door as Ragnar's final words echoed relentlessly inside my head.​Another Alpha showed her kindness.​It shouldn't have mattered. Not in the slightest.​Amara Everhart was not my Luna. I had made that decision publicly, before the entire gathering of the Twelve Kingdoms. I had chosen Tanya—a woman of political standing, grace, and noble heritage.​The imperial kingdom knew it. The Royal Council knew it. And Amara herself certainly knew it.​So why was my wolf still thrashing against its magic suppression chains, pacing back and forth in the dark corners of my mind like a caged beast?​Who was he?​I tried to push the question down, to smother it beneath sheer force of will. What did he want from her?​"Enough," I growled aloud to the empty cell.​My wolf snarled back, its voice raw with possessive fury: You want to know his name. You wa

​AMARA’S POV​"Lycan."​The single word hung heavy and terrifying in the air of the ruined corridor.​I stared at the black-armored warrior whose sword was still drawn. "What did you just say?"​He didn't answer me. His focus remained pinned on the shattered stone archway of the courtyard, as though whatever he had heard outside frightened him infinitely more than the battle currently surrounding us.​Around the grounds, the remaining estate guards slowly began to regroup, holding their bleeding arms, while even the black-clad attackers froze in place, looking toward the broken gates.​Then—​A deep, reverberating growl rolled across the estate grounds.​It wasn't human. It wasn't the howl of an ordinary wolf, either. It was lower, older, and carrying a suffocating, ancient pressure that caused the glass panes in the upper windows to rattle in their frames.​My heart hammered frantically against my ribs. "What is happening out there?"​The warrior beside me finally turned his helmeted

​AMARA’S POV​The royal summons remained on my mahogany desk all night.​I barely slept a single minute. Every time I closed my eyes, the same sharp, black-inked calligraphy burned behind my eyelids.​You are hereby officially summoned to the Royal Palace.You will answer questions regarding the attack on the Everhart Estate and your possession of an artifact connected to the Forgotten Kingdom.​Someone had told them about the pendant. Someone inside or close to the upper court knew.​And I had a sickening feeling that whoever brought this before the High Council wanted me terrified, cornered, and entirely alone.​At sunrise, I dressed in a simple, dark-blue velvet gown. No elaborate jewels, no intricate hairstyle—nothing that could give the court another superficial reason to dissect my appearance.​I carefully fastened the silver Moon Pendant beneath my high collar, tucking it securely out of sight.​Then, I turned and looked at my reflection in the tall standing mirror. For once, I