All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Did you make sure to eat the morning marrow broth before stepping into the blazing heat, Luna?”When Mrs. Eriksen found me in the study of Peakville Estate, I was staring blankly at the dark oak bookshelves, my hand resting over the broad, heavy curve of my plus-size belly.“High Alpha Caelan departed for the Alpha Dominion District before the first light,” the old house-keeper continued softly, her hands smoothing down her apron. “He commanded the kitchen to prepare the fresh pumpkin mash you favor, along with four boiled dire-fowl eggs. He also left strict orders with the guards that you are to take your morning walk around the perimeter once the sun clears the tree line.”A soft, genuine smile touches my lips. I give her a small nod. “I will make sure to finish every bite, Mrs. Eriksen.”After nourishing my body with the heavy morning meal, I step down into the lower pantry. My jaw drops at the sight of stacked wooden crates overflowing with rare, seasonal sun-berries and crisp fr

“Eat every bite of that roasted venison, or I will have Osric carry you back to the car over his shoulder,” Caelan warns sternly, his broad hands gripping my shoulders to keep me seated in the plush leather booth of the Royal Lodge Quarter’s private dining hall.I lean my head back against the cushion, pouting as I lock eyes with him, making my gaze as soft and helpless as a newborn pup’s. “Caelan... do you view me as nothing more than your captive breeding beast?”A dark, dangerous amber glint flares in his golden wolf eyes. He slides a tall goblet of warm herbal tonic toward me, his lips curling into a possessive, wicked smirk. “What Alpha would ever tolerate such a defiant human mate?”I stay quiet, turning my face toward the tall archway window overlooking the bustling cobblestone streets of Silvermoon Capital. As I watch the pack members, human merchants, and high-born wolves walking beneath the midday sun, a sudden, overwhelming wave of contentment settles into my chest.How won

“Shut that communication rune off right now,” Commander Tuffin growls, his crimson wolf eyes flashing in the gloom of the grand hall. “Do it, Luna Elowen, or your hybrid cub won't survive the hour.”Cold sweat slicks my palms as I stare at the scarred mercenary leader. My hand trembles, but I force my gaze to remain locked on his face as I pull the glowing communication token from my cloak pocket. With a single flick of my thumb, I sever the mana connection and crush the crystal casing against my palm, letting the useless glass shards hit the rug.“There,” I say, my voice steady despite the furious pounding of my heart. “Now tell me why an officer of the Ironfang Builders Guild is sharing drinks with the rogue who ambushed my carriage during the public tender crisis.”Caius Redfern lets out a low, mocking laugh from the doorway, leaning against the heavy oak frame. “You always were too sharp for your own good, Elowen. Just a fragile human female, yet you somehow managed to wriggle int

“Does she really think she can strip my title with a stroke of a pen?” Isolde Ashbourne’s high, frantic screech echoes through the marble hallway of the Peakville Estate, piercing straight into the quiet dining hall.I pause, my silver spoon hovering right above my bowl of lukewarm venison broth. My rounded, plus-size body feels heavy, the restless weight of my six-month hybrid pup pressing hard against my ribs. I lay a hand over my soft belly, feeling the faint, uneven thud of the pup’s heart.“You gave her everything, Caelan!” Isolde’s voice breaks into a jagged, desperate sob as she steps further into the foyer. She is draped in fine, snowy white shadow-silk, her golden hair pinned up in loose, delicate coils, making her look like a fragile, grieving high-born female. Tears track black mascara down her cheeks. “Scarlett Stovall—no, Elowen Whitlock—is nothing! She is a weak, human orphan with no pack blood, no territory, and no ancient lineage! How can her human womb secure the futu

Seren Hollowmere stares at me with dark, unblinking eyes as the magical streetlamps flicker over the cobblestones of the Royal Lodge Quarter. "We need to step away from the crowd and talk, Elowen," she says, her voice tight with an urgency that makes my skin prickle. "Now."I nod slowly, slipping my dead communication crystal deeper into my tunic pocket. "I do not think the taverns or the howling halls are appropriate right now. The scent of bitter ale and smoke is far too heavy for my nose. Let us find an herbal tea house.""Forget a public tea house! What kind of sanctuary keeps its doors open at this hour of the night?" Torin Wolfsbane groans, his massive, newly broadened shoulders tense as he grabs Seren and me by our elbows, steering us away from the main avenue. "We are heading straight to the private suite I secured in the quarter. Back in our academy days, the three of us crammed into a single war-tent near the border when we had no silver. What is there to be formal about now