Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

No wolf of sound mind would walk away from such a territorial advantage.The moment I step out of the high council chamber into the stone corridor, Lady Selene Thorncroft glides out of the shadows, her silk robes sweeping against the flagstones as she blocks my path. “A word, Elowen.”She wants to corner me about my ancestral rights to the HiTech Forge Estate. I give a brief, silent nod to Aldric, whose heavy hand rests on the hilt of his hunting blade.“Enjoy your midday meal without me,” I say softly to Aldric. “I will join you in the main courtyard short after.”Aldric’s golden eyes darken, his Alpha aura flaring in a silent warning to Selene. “I will be waiting right at the bottom of the stairs.”Selene’s lip curls in subtle disdain as Aldric walks away. She turns her sharp gaze back onto me, gesturing toward the heavy double doors of her private pack office. “Inside. We will not speak of pack bloodlines in the open corridor.”I follow her through the carved archway. Her private s

“Who ordered this, Elowen?” Garrick rasps, his eyes bloodshot and unseeing as he clutches his chest, the human breath rattling in his lungs.I keep my chin held high, my plus-size frame steady and unyielding as I force down the tears stinging my eyes. “Rowan Ashbourne and the Greystone Pack.”With a harsh roar, my father slams his fist down onto the marble table, shattering a crystal goblet and sending silver-tinged wine splashing across the cobblestone floor of the Royal Lodge Quarter tea house.A young human servant girl hurries over, her body shaking as she senses the raw, unstable authority rolling off Garrick. “My lord... is there a problem with the service?”“Get out of my sight before I tear your throat out!” Garrick bellows, his jaw shifting as his inner wolf snaps against his skin.I step forward, placing my larger hand over the girl’s shoulder to shield her. “Please excuse my father. Clean the glass and bill the damage to the Whitlock Moonfang Dominion.”The servant scurries

I glared at Lucan Blackmoor, forcing a sharp, hollow smile onto my face to mask the agony clawing at my human heart. “Does that sound like a small loss to you, Lucan? He is like a brother to you, so I understand why you feel compelled to shield him. Perhaps to a pureblood werewolf, a lost human pregnancy is just a minor inconvenience, something easily replaced with another mate. But I am a human woman. That baby was my entire world, and I will tear every single one of you down to avenge him!”Nobody in this supernatural hierarchy could ever truly understand my grief. Werewolves viewed humans as fragile, disposable vessels, and most of them simply stood by to watch the show.Once we stepped out into the crisp night air outside the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple, Aldric Stormfang exhaled a long, heavy breath, his glowing golden eyes narrowing in deep thought. “Garrick went too far by streaming that scrying footage inside the healing chamber, Elowen. The Greystone Pack will put their en

"Keep your silver-stamped deeds, Lady Ashbourne. I have no interest in your scrap metals or your territorial borders."I push the velvet pouch straight back across the marble table, my skin burning where Dorian’s heavy signet ring presses against my finger. The cool mountain air carries the faint, acrid scent of wolfsbane and pine, but my human pulse remains dead silent. I do not flinch under Rowan’s suffocating Alpha-bonded presence.Rowan’s eyes narrow into tight slits, her hand slamming onto the table with enough brute force to crack the stone. "You foolish, arrogant human. You think because Dorian Wolfhart put his seal on your finger, you are untouchable? You are a fragile creature in a world ruled by blood and claws. My daughter Isolde carries Caelan Thorncroft’s trueborn pup—the future Alpha of the Greystone-Thorncroft alliance. If you push this war, the entire Grand Alpha Tribunal will crush you into ash!""Let them try," I say, stepping right into her space until the scent of

"Did you really think hiding behind Aldric Stormfang in the Royal Lodge Quarter would make me forget you were mine, Elowen?" Caelan's rough, rasping voice cuts through the cold morning air, his fingers digging into the wrought-iron gate frame as he steps into my path. "You walked out of the pack territory with his mark near your collar. You think because your human body survived that silver poison, you can just erase the mate bond?"I stop short on the stone pathway of the Royal Alpha Quarter, my thick silk cloak rustling around my plus-size frame as I stare at the male blocking my way.He looks like a shadow of the dominant Alpha who once ruled the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion. Caelan's golden eyes are bloodshot, his jaw stubbled with silver-laced ash, and white linen bandages wrap tightly around his right forearm where his wolf clawed through his own flesh during his rejection frenzy. The scent of copper, burnt cedar, and dying mate-bond rot rolls off him in suffocating waves."I don't