Todos los capítulos de Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 71: Aneira’s POV Hex noticed the whispering before I did, which should have told me something about how tired I still was.He went stiff against my shoulder the moment we stepped into the corridor, ears pinned toward two servants leaning close together near the linen stores, of all places, and one of them cut off mid-sentence the second she caught sight of me. The other wasn't quick enough."—can't imagine what he sees in her, honestly, an Alpha's line and he's gone and—""Morning," I said, loud and bright, because if I was going to be gossiped about I intended to make it as awkward as possible for the people doing it.They scattered like startled birds. Hex made a low, satisfied sound against my neck, and I scratched under his chin as a reward for at least one of us enjoying that."Don't get smug," I told him. "You didn't do anything."He very much disagreed, judging by the way he preened the rest of the walk to the infirmary.It didn't stop there. A warrior I didn't recogni

Chapter 73: Aneira’s POVLorian was beautiful. There wasn't a way around saying so, and I've never been in the business of lying to myself just to feel better. Lush brown hair, the kind of green eyes the storytellers praised in all of the prose I'd ever read, slender in a way that probably never required a single conversation with a tailor about letting seams out. She sat like someone had trained the slouch out of her before she could walk.I looked down at myself without meaning to. Wide hips that took up their share of the bench and then some, soft stomach I'd never once managed to hate properly no matter how many rooms tried to teach me to, thighs that had carried me through years of work Lorian's kind probably never had to do. Not lesser. I'd worked hard to believe that, most days I did believe it. Just entirely, completely different from whatever this pack apparently pictured when it imagined a match worthy of its Alpha's grandson.An Alpha's daughter, poised and composed and bre

Chapter 75: Cassian’s POVThe tracker knelt before the hearth the way he always did, snow melting from his cloak onto Varik's polished floor, and waited for permission to speak. The same one I'd sent north twice already. Whatever else I doubted about him, I didn't doubt his thoroughness.I gave him the nod."Report.""My lord. I found them." He kept his eyes down. "Silver Moon territory. The Omega is sheltering there under the protection of the pack itself. Not a border cottage this time. The pack's own walls."Varik's brows drew together beside me, but it was my own composure that felt the words land first, a small, precise crack running through something I'd have sworn an hour ago couldn't be cracked.Silver Moon. One of the oldest, most heavily fortified packs north of Ashfang's borders, a territory that had turned away larger armies than anything I could currently muster without bloodying its own gates for the trouble. I had accounted for a hundred places Kale might crawl to lick

Chapter 77: Kale’s POVMy grandfather summoned me to dinner that evening. I arrived to find the table set smaller than usual, no officials, no wider council presence, just him at the head of it, my mother to his right, and Lorian across from an empty seat that could only have been meant for me.He’d refused to see me earlier. I’d assumed this dinner would be just the two of us. I had things to say to him, and none of them were meant for an audience.I inclined my head to him properly before I sat, the way I'd learned to by now even when I resented the necessity of it. "Grandfather."He returned the nod, brief, and gestured for me to sit. I did, and let the first course pass in silence while I decided exactly how I wanted to open this."I'll say this once and plainly enough, so there's no confusion left for anyone at this table." I looked at Lorian rather than my grandfather when I said it. "I don’t accept this marriage. That hasn't changed since the last time I said it, and it isn't g

Chapter 79: Kale's POVThe knock came sharp against my door, three raps, too fast and too uneven to belong to anyone with actual business at this hour.I was still bent over the maps Selene had left with me that afternoon, tracing the eastern border where BloodMoon's territory met my grandfather's, and the interruption landed exactly as welcome as it sounded."What?"The door didn't open. Whoever stood on the other side apparently knew better than to let themselves in uninvited. "My lord. A matter requiring your attention.""Then state it through the door."Silence answered that, longer than protocol demanded, and it was in that silence that I finally noticed what my own irritation had been drowning out. A heartbeat, quick and thin, hammering hard enough that I could count it clean through solid wood, the unmistakable rhythm of someone who'd been sent to deliver news they were afraid of delivering.Something cold slid down my spine before a single word had been said."Come in."The do