All Chapters of Bound by Fate: The Plus-Sized Fated Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: Kale's POVSelene found me in the training yard before I'd finished cooling down from the morning's drills, sweat still cold against my skin in the wind."The Alpha will see you within the hour," she said, without preamble. "About your proposal."I realized that going through Selene was going to save me more time than hoping he would ever agree to meeting me. "Good.""Don't sound so certain." She studied me with the particular flatness she reserved for everyone. "He's already decided he doesn't like it. You'll have to be better prepared than confident."I took the warning for what it was worth, which was considerable, and spent the walk back to the pack house turning the argument over one more time, testing every weak point before he found it first.My grandfather received me in the same library he'd used the first morning I arrived, maps still spread across the table, though a different set now, the eastern border with BloodMoon's territory marked in fresh ink. He didn't

Chapter 83: Aneira’s POV "I want you, Kale." I held his gaze, letting him see there was no hesitation left in it. He lifted me from the water without further warning, and I wrapped myself around him on instinct, water sliding down both our bodies as he carried me back toward the cabin. He laid me down among the furs before the hearth, firelight catching every drop of water still clinging to my skin, and the look on his face when he finally settled over me was one I hadn't seen from him before, not possessive exactly, though that lived in it too, but something closer to a man finally allowed to stop pretending he wasn't starving.He kissed me slow at first, like he intended to memorize the exact shape of my mouth before anything else was allowed to happen, and I met him there without hesitation, my hands finding his hair, his shoulders, every scar I'd stitched closed myself months ago now warm and familiar beneath my palms. When his mouth found my throat, I arched into him without d

Chapter 85: Lyra’s povThe bonfires went up before dusk, stacked higher than I'd seen them in years, and by the time the sky had bled fully into dark, half of Ashfang had gathered in the ceremonial grounds to watch a man take a title that had never rightfully belonged to him.I kept my eyes down and my hands full, the way I'd learned to survive most evenings in this pack, weaving through the crowd with a tray of spiced wine that emptied faster than I could refill it. Nobody looked twice at a servant. That had always been my one reliable advantage, and tonight I intended to use every ounce of it.Cassian held court near the central fire, dressed in ceremonial black that made him look considerably more like an Alpha than he had any right to, accepting congratulations with the easy, practiced warmth of a man who'd clearly rehearsed this exact posture in front of a mirror more than once. I refilled his cup without being asked, the way I always did, and let my gaze slide past him the way a

Chapter 87: Kale's POVI stood outside her door longer than I should have, one hand flat against the wood, trying to talk myself into walking away and finding something useful to do with the rest of the afternoon.It hadn't worked all day. It wasn't going to start working now.Since I'd woken that morning I'd felt it building under my skin, some current running just beneath the surface. She'd been in a council meeting with my grandfather since midmorning, out of my sight, out of my reach, and my wolf had spent every one of those hours reminding me exactly how unreasonable he found that arrangement. ‘Mate,’ he kept saying, over and over, like I'd somehow forgotten. ‘Go to her.’I'd made it through training. I'd made it through a tense half hour listening to my grandfather discuss grain stores with two men who bored me half to death. I had not made it gracefully, and by the time I found myself standing outside her door in the golden light of late afternoon, I'd stopped pretending I had

Chapter 89: Kale’s POVI had been prepared for many things when those doors finally opened. I had not been prepared for her. The emerald caught the torchlight the moment she stepped through, silver thread tracing patterns across the bodice that matched the silver already threaded through her hair, and the whole of her filled that doorway like the room itself had been built around the eventual necessity of her standing in it. My eyes dropped once, helplessly, over the curve of her hip where the fabric draped generously against skin I knew intimately enough by now to ache at the mere memory of it, and heat surged in me, sharp enough that I had to force my next breath through my teeth.‘Ours, ’my wolf said, reverent and entirely unhelpful given the company. ‘Look at her.’I'm looking.‘Everyone is looking.’That, more than the desire itself, was the thought that finally snapped something taut in my chest. Every eye in that hall had found her at once, assessing, some curious, some openly