บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ELOWEN WHITLOCK POV"Hurry up, you big human, your Alpha is going to bite my head off if you linger," Seren Hollowmere whispers, shoving my wide hips toward the gate."Thank you for everything, Seren," I whisper back, keeping my head low as I step toward his towering black frame. My skin is still buzzing from how close his giant naked body was to mine on the furs just hours ago. "Thank you for saving us."Caelan Thorncroft does not say a single word. His jaw is locked so tight his fangs are almost showing through his skin, his golden eyes flashing with deadly pack anger. "Get inside the truck now!" he roars.I climb into the passenger seat without a fight.While the engine purrs like a wild beast, my communication stone glows with a small flash from Seren letting me know she made it back to her den safely. I tap back: Sleep well.I stare out the glass, watching the dark trees of the Alpha Dominion District fly past. Caelan radiates a freezing alpha pressure that makes my wet core ache

ELOWEN WHITLOCK POV"The Ironfang Builders Guild, which I manage for the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion, is currently bound to the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple for the new sanctuary expansion," I tell Martha, my voice steady despite the stress pulling at my nerves. "Caleb signed the pact with our Alpha, and the terms are absolute—full payment of territory gems must be rendered before the final stones are laid. If your mate has diverted those funds into other wolf-ventures, the construction will halt entirely."Martha looks at me, her eyes desperate as she grips her shawl. "Can you not delay the completion? Just seven sunsets, Elowen! If Caleb can secure the extra gems, we will owe you a debt of blood."I lean back, my mind racing through the dangerous game I am playing. "The Thorncroft Alpha Dominion is not some small, lawless pack. We operate under strict laws of trade and honour. If I allow a delay, I put my own neck on the block for Caelan to snap. Unless...""Unless what?" she breat

ELOWEN WHITLOCK POVCaleb offers a thin, tight-lipped smile before vanishing from the infirmary. I remain on the cot for the entire morning. Once the healers arrive to instruct me on recovery and press a pouch of herbal tinctures into my palm, I sign my discharge and slip out of the Silvermoon Grand Healing Temple.Seren Hollowmere is waiting at the temple gates, her expression hard as flint. She steadies my weight as I climb into her transport, and I turn to her, my voice low and urgent. "Spread the word, Seren. Make sure it reaches the ears of the Ashbourne Pack that the pup has been purged."She nods, fires the ignition, and speeds toward the Royal Lodge Quarter.Caelan is absent. I dismiss Seren back to the Alpha Dominion District, finding myself too drained to do anything but collapse onto the furs. The exhaustion of the ritual, even a fake one, settles into my bones. I fall into a heavy, dreamless slumber.The hum of a heavy-duty motor wakes me. I drift to the balcony, peering o

ELOWEN WHITLOCK POVThe three men exiting the meeting chamber fix their eyes on me. Lucan Blackmoor raises a brow, his thin lips curling in a cryptic smirk, and murmurs something to Osric Fenwick. Osric shoots me a look of pure, unadulterated disdain before turning on his heel.Caelan’s gaze turns obsidian, heavy with the promise of a storm. I feel the air pressure in the room drop. I rise quickly, my mind fixated on shielding the pack’s coffers. "I am prepared to offer full restitution for the losses incurred during the last two sun-cycles, Alpha Thorncroft."Caelan remains silent, his expression a mask of frozen stone. It is Osric who spits out a laugh. "You are truly generous, Elowen! This project for the Silvermoon Council is worth millions in gems, and you have cost the Dominion ten million in mere days! Such benevolence!"His tone is a jagged blade. Caelan doesn't blink, so I turn my glare to Osric. "You are remarkably eager to bark, are you not, Fenwick?"Lucan chokes on a laug

ELOWEN WHITLOCK POVCaelan’s face hardens, his eyes shifting into a predator’s predatory gold. He is furious.“Can I help you, Caelan? Because I certainly don’t feel like your Luna here,” I snap, my voice trembling with suppressed rage.“Apologize,” he commands, his voice dropping to that low, authoritative rumble that vibrates in my very bones.“Have you lost your mind? Why in the name of the Goddess should I apologize for her stumbling?”“You shoved her, Elowen.”“You should get your eyes checked, Caelan! She tripped over her own pathetic feet!”“Elowen Whitlock,” he growls, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. “Apologize to Isolde. Now.”“And if I refuse?” I hold his gaze, defying the Alpha glare that usually makes everyone in the Moonfang Province cower.He purses his lips, the air in the room turning frigid, like frost creeping across a windowpane. “Seren’s tavern seems to be doing quite well these days. It would be a shame if the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion decided to r