All Chapters of kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

​AMARA’S POV​"Then take me to the truth."​The old woman stared at me for several long seconds, her weathered face unreadable in the dim light of the tree line.​Then, her expression shifted. The faint warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, assessing intensity.​"So you really are the girl the border patrols are whispering about," she said quietly.​I frowned, taking a half-step back. "What do you mean?"​She stepped closer, studying the line of my jaw, my posture, and my simple velvet dress. "The rejected mate."​My stomach tightened into a knot. "Yes."​"The one accused of betraying the Central Packs."​"I didn't betray anyone."​"I believe you," she replied without hesitation.​Her instant answer caught me completely off guard. "You do?"​She nodded slowly. "Guilty people usually run away from the truth to save their skin." She glanced down at the subtle bulge of the silver pendant hidden beneath my high collar. "You are running straight toward it."​Before I could ask

​AMARA’S POV​The first thing I heard was the bell.​One. Two. Three sharp, metallic strikes that vibrated through the stone floor and straight into my aching bones.​I snapped my eyes open to pitch darkness. For three seconds, my mind scrambled in confusion, trying to place the smell of damp earth and rust.​Then the biting chill seeped through my thin woolen blanket, and reality slammed into me.​Blackridge.​The desolate edge of the realm where Kael had cast me out. The place where I was no longer an Everhart, no longer a high-born noblewoman, and no longer his mate.​I was nothing here. Just a bonded servant, a disgraced traitor, and a prisoner stripped of every dignity I had ever known.​The bell clanged a fourth time, followed by a heavy leather boot kicking against my door.​"Get up, traitor!" a guard barked from the corridor.​I forced myself upright, gasping as agony shot through my muscles. Yesterday’s grueling labor—hauling coal sacks and scrubbing the subterranean mess hal

​VIVIAN’S POV​The study door clicked shut behind me.​I stood completely still, my head tilted toward the quiet hallway, listening with every nerve on edge.​Nothing. No footsteps, no whispering servants, no patrolling guards.​Good.​I turned toward the massive oak cabinet hidden behind Father's enormous collection of history books. For years, I had wondered what he had guarded so fiercely within these walls. Tonight, while the rest of the household slept, I was finally going to find out.​I pulled three heavy leather volumes from the top shelf. One. Two. Three.​A small, satisfying click echoed through the dark room.​The cabinet shifted forward an inch on concealed hinges. Behind it, built directly into the stone wall, was a narrow iron safe.​My heart began pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.​Serena stepped up beside me, her breath hitching. "Mother..."​"Quiet," I snapped in a sharp whisper.​I reached beneath the collar of my dress and pulled out a small, tarnished b

​VIVIAN’S POV​I didn't stop walking until the heavy iron wheels of the carriage were rattling beneath my feet.​My hands were trembling so violently I had to jam them into the folds of my velvet skirts.​Tanya knew.​She knew about the hidden safe behind the history volumes. She knew about the leather-bound journal. And worse... she knew exactly how much power she held over my throat.​The carriage door opened and slammed shut. Serena climbed in, her heavy velvet cloak smelling of damp mountain fog and horse sweat.​"Mother?" she asked, her voice tight with panic. "What happened in her private chambers?"​I didn't look at her. I stared out the small glass window as the grand marble gates of the royal palace receded into the morning mist. "Tanya knows."​Serena's face drained of every last trace of color. "About the journal? About Father's handwriting?"​I nodded once, sharp and mechanical.​"What are we going to do?" Serena’s voice rose an octave, bordering on hysteria. "She threaten

​AMARA’S POV​"The truth about why Kael rejected you."​Tanya’s words hung suspended in the heavy air between us.​My fingers tightened around the small, cold key Serena had given me. "What is that supposed to mean?"​Tanya’s lips curved into a cruel, knowing smile. "It means you should stop placing your trust in everyone who suddenly claims to care about you."​My eyes darted toward Serena. The moment our gazes met, she looked away.​A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong.​Before I could demand an explanation, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Vivian rushed into the room, looking utterly unravelled. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her swollen, red-rimmed eyes suggested she had been weeping.​"Amara!" She darted toward me, arms outstretched. "My poor child..."​I took a sharp step back, holding up a hand. "Don't."​Her face crumpled. "I came the moment I heard what happened."​"You came because Tanya told you to," I said flatly.​Vivi