Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

“How can I get over it?” I snap, my voice hoarse and raw as I stare back into his intense golden eyes. “You let her enter the Alpha sanctuary whenever she pleases! You let the low-ranking betas in the lobby address her as your betrothed! Yet you stand there acting like it’s completely out of your hands. Are you lying to yourself, Caelan, or are you just lying to me? What is the point of playing this twisted game?”He meets my furious gaze, a dark, dangerous rumble vibrating in his broad chest before he lets out a low, humorless laugh. “You allow Garrick Whitlock to shower you with concern, bring you strength-herbs, and reminisce over your human past. Why can’t you tolerate Isolde’s presence in my dominion?”Hearing him drag my human father’s name into his twisted jealousy sends a surge of pure fury straight to my chest.I stand up abruptly, my heavy, plus-size body swaying from the sudden movement as a wave of pregnancy dizziness washes over me. I stumble, almost losing my balance, bu

“The line is completely dead!” I shout, my voice cracking with pure terror as I press the glowing communication crystal against my ear.The heavy transport screeches to a violent halt right outside the grand gates of the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple. Dark, unnatural purple storm clouds roll across the night sky of Silvermoon Capital, heavy with the scent of raw blood-magic and ozone.Lucan Blackmoor doesn't wait for the transport driver to open his door. He slams his massive shoulder into the iron frame, bursting out into the torrential rain, his Alpha aura flaring so violently that the surrounding stone lanterns shatter into glittering dust.“Elowen, stay in the transport!” Caelan commands, his golden eyes flashing with lethal intensity as he reaches across the seat to grip my wrist. His thumb digs into my pulse point, his rough palm burning hot against my cold, trembling skin. “Lucan and I will secure the inner sanctuary. Seren is a rogue female without pack protection—the Healin

“The Healers managed to flush the worst of the silver-bane from your blood, but your human body is still broken,” Aldric Stormfang says, his dark wolf-eyes heavy with a helpless, suffocating grief as he sets a steaming cup of Moon-tea on the bedside table. “You cannot eat solid food for another six hours. Your stomach walls are torn, Elowen. Drink the warm liquid only after the binding runes fade from your skin.”I lie on the soft furs of the guest chamber, every single breath pulling like jagged glass against my ribs. I never expected Aldric—the ruthless Gamma warrior of the Stormfang Pack—to be the one standing over my bed. I thought I would wake up to Caelan’s golden gaze, or my father Garrick’s desperate tears. Never Aldric.I try to open my cracked lips, but my throat is too dry, my human vocal cords completely shredded from screaming in that dark, wet warehouse. Tears slip silently down my pale, sunken cheeks, hot and bitter.Aldric sees the raw question in my eyes. He sighs, a

“I’m planning to return to Silvermoon Capital during the upcoming high sun festival,” I say softly, forcing a faint, tight smile as my throat tightens with raw, unshed tears.Aldric Stormfang’s sharp brow furrows instantly, his dark golden wolf-eyes flashing with an immediate, possessive flare. “Your human body has not fully healed from the blood-loss, Elowen. You are nowhere near recovered.”“I am strong enough!” I snap gently, exasperated by his constant, smothering protectiveness. “I have been trapped inside this hidden estate for two moons. My strength can return in Silvermoon Capital just as easily. I can find an administrative post at a local Guild that won't strain my scar.”Aldric pauses, his sharp eyes searching my pale face. “Fine. But you will not hunt for basic employment. I will arrange a position within the Stormfang holdings myself. I own several residential manors near the central district. I’ll assign you a private flat once your station is settled.”I open my mouth t

My human legs ache terribly. It takes me minutes to drag my bruised, heavy body off the cold stone floor and crawl back toward the sleeping furs.The sky cracks open with a deafening roar, lightning illuminating the bedchamber before the glowing blue moon-lamp on the side table flickers and dies completely.Darkness swallows the entire room. Nothing remains except the blinding flashes outside and the violent thrashing of rain against the glass.My body goes completely rigid on the floor. The suffocating shadow pulls me straight back into that blood-soaked night in the abandoned ironworks cellar.My arms and legs feel bound in iron chains again. I strain to move, but my human muscles betray me, locking in pure terror.Grief and phantom pain tear through my soul. In the dark, the faint, frantic wailing of my dead pup echoes in my ears, sharper and more miserable with every passing second.I reach out blindly into the pitch-black room, screaming for my lost child, but my limbs refuse to