All Chapters of The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

"Two weeks!" Osric exclaims with a wide, beaming smile, placing a heavy tray of dried meat and herbal tea onto the carved oak table in front of us. "It appears Lady Isolde Ashbourne has finally secured a high-ranking mate to anchor her future in the capital!"I stare down at my lap, the cold weight of her parting threat settling like lead in my chest. Our pups might end up calling each other siblings.The grand transport glides silently across the cobblestones of the Alpha Dominion District, taking us away from the high walls of the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple. I turn my head toward Osric, forcing my voice to remain completely steady despite the nervous beating of my heart. "Osric, how long have you served the Ashbourne pack?"Osric pauses, resting his broad hands on his tunic. "Lady Isolde? Not long, Lady Elowen. I originally guarded the elder Alpha of the Greystone Pack. After his passing, I remained at their estate. When word reached the quarter that High Alpha Caelan was recru

“Next time, just tell me whatever you desire,” Caelan says, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly rumble that vibrates straight down my spine. “As long as you want it, I’ll take it from the guild and give it to you.”I stare at his broad, tattooed chest, the heat radiating off his massive frame almost making my breath hitch. I want to roll my eyes, but my chest aches too much. He thinks buying out the capital’s treasury can fix the gaping hole where my human dignity used to be.Before I can tell him to take his high-bloodline dominance and shove it, heavy footsteps echo against the stone corridor. Osric enters the inner chamber with a trail of four beta guards behind him. Each guard carries a heavy velvet-lined iron box, smelling richly of polished silver, moon-gems, and gold.Osric stops three paces away and bows his head. "High Alpha Caelan, these are the newest high-bloodline adornments from the Territory Treasury Guild."Caelan doesn't even look at Osric. His golden eyes stay l

“Are you planning to bake yourself into heat-sickness and kill the pup inside you?” Caelan growls, his massive frame blocking the sunlight pouring into the private quarters.I don't even look at him. Sweat drips down the small of my back, soaking through my tunic as I lie on the edge of the carved wooden bench, staring at the stone wall. My human skin feels stretched tight, my bloated belly heavy with the Alpha heir he forced into me."Get up," he commands, his voice carrying that low, instinctual vibration of pack authority. He snatches a loose white linen gown from the iron chest and hurls it onto my lap. "Change into this. We’re leaving for the inner territory immediately."I pull the gown to my chest, my hands trembling slightly with exhaustion. "I'm not going anywhere with you.""Today is Bastian Crowmoor’s sun-cycle feast," Caelan says, his golden eyes flashing with sudden irritation. "Selene called from the royal compound. The Thorncroft bloodline is gathering, and she expects

“Benjamin, may the Moon Mother shine Her blessings upon your bloodline always,” I say, lifting my wooden tea goblet to toast Bastian Crowmoor across the long, pelt-covered table.Because I carry Caelan’s heir as a human female, liquid fire is strictly forbidden for me tonight.Bastian’s silver wolf-eyes warm, a grin splitting his scarred, aging face. “Your human tongue speaks sweet blessings, Elowen! May the ancestors watch over us all! Drink!”The rest of the high-bloodline feast passes in a blur of clashing iron goblets, roasting meat, and heavy pack laughter. Beside me, Aldric Stormfang sits like a stone statue, his dark gaze fixed on his plate, ignoring the entire bloodline.When the meal ends, Bastian staggers slightly, drunk on heavy fermented ale. Selene Thorncroft gently takes her elderly mate's arm to lead him up the wide stone stairs to the upper sanctuary. Down in the hall, Caelan sets up the carved stone board, challenging Aldric to a game of tactical territory-war while w