Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

I exhaled a shaky breath, steadying the tremor in my hands before turning to the shadow-healer. "Lucan, wait. We need to talk."Lucan Blackmoor paused at the threshold of the master chamber, snapping his medicine satchel shut with a heavy leather thud. He turned his head, his sharp golden wolf-eyes narrowing as he scanned my face. "Are you truly insisting on this conversation at this hour, Elowen?"It was late, the dark hours of the night pressing heavily against the stone walls of the Thorncroft estate, but I held his cold gaze. "It will only take a moment."He pressed his lips into a tight line, stepping into the private study and setting his satchel down on the heavy oak table. "Fine."I seated myself on the carved wooden bench opposite him, pouring a measure of warm spring-water into a stone goblet and sliding it across the table. "Lucan... have you heard from Seren Hollowmere recently?"Lucan’s jaw clenched. A flicker of suspicion crossed his features as he stared at the goblet.

Noticing the girl’s lingering stare, Ronan Greystone arched her dark brows and let out a dry, venomous chuckle. "Why not drop your pack coordinates into her palm, Garrick? A human maid who looks at an Alpha like he hung the moon might actually prove useful to you."Garrick’s mouth twisted into an irritated snarl. He ignored Ronan completely, turning his golden wolf-eyes on me as I leaned against the heavy oak table. "Are you about to collapse, Elowen?""My core is burning," I admitted, my voice barely a raspy whisper. The heavy moon-ale was colliding violently with my exhaustion, making the entire tavern tilt on its axis.He didn't wait for my human legs to fail. Garrick gripped my arm, dragging my full frame upward so my shoulder rested against his sturdy chest. He cast a freezing, murderous glare at Ronan. "The hour is late. I'm taking my sister back to the compound."Ronan set her goblet down with a heavy thud, tilting her chin up. "Don't be a stranger, Elowen. Since we share mutua

“Ms. Whitlock, is it really you?”The voice broke through the low hum of the Skyclaw International Gateway. I tilted my head, studying the delicate, human features of the girl standing near my bench. Her simple wool cloak was dusted with fresh frost, her cheeks flushed bright red from the biting cold outside the transport terminal. I searched my mind, failing to recall where I could have possibly crossed paths with her.She giggled at my blank expression, shifting her small leather satchel. "Did you forget me already, Ms. Whitlock? We met at the Royal Lodge Quarter in Silvermoon Capital. You and Garrick Whitlock pulled me out of the pack cellar last month!"A sudden spark of recognition hit me. "You're from Moonfang Province?"She nodded eagerly, her blue eyes shining. "Yes! I grew up near the border woods in S County, but I attend the Moonfang Academy Grounds in Silvermoon Capital. My family is purely human and doesn't hold any pack territory. My parents couldn't afford my academy tu

I felt Caelan's broad, muscled back stiffen beneath my hands. Without giving him room to cut me off, I forced the raw truth past my lips. “When I stood before the Grand Alpha Tribunal and bound my life to yours, I thought you were the golden Alpha every human female dreamed of. I treasured every second of it. That’s why I buried my resentment over whatever you and Isolde Ashbourne built during those years apart. I believed if I stood by your side long enough, stayed faithful to the Thorncroft pack, you’d finally see my worth and treat me like a true mate. But it’s been three years.”My chest heaved, my plush stomach tight with rising anxiety. “Yes, you notice me now. But let’s be real. This suffocating possessiveness feels ten times worse than when you ignored me for pack business. I’m exhausted, Caelan. Every time I look at you, my human instincts scream at me to run. The love I carry for you isn’t enough to keep me bleeding out on your altar. For that, and for failing your pack, I’m

"Tomorrow we’re moving Briar into the main wing of Peakville Estate," Caelan growled into my hair, his heavy arms tightening around my plush waist like iron bands. "No more running between quarters. You and the pup belong under my roof." I gave a silent nod, my human heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn't find the breath to argue with his terrifying possessiveness. He was dangerously warm and tender tonight, his Alpha aura completely wrapping around my body until my skin tingled with heat. I couldn't quiet the frantic suspicions churning in my mind. What was he planning? Was this intense devotion real, or was he overcompensating for the shadow of Isolde Ashbourne that still hung over our pack? When I opened my eyes the next morning, the space beside me on the massive bed was cold. Caelan stood near the heavy velvet drapes, fully dressed in his high-collared dark leather tunic and formal Alpha furs. He turned his head, his golden eyes locking onto mine the second my eyelas