Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Unwanted Plus-Size Bride: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Caelan carried Briar Ashwyn in his broad, leather-clad arms as he stepped out of the Glenwood quarters nursery. Torin Wolfsbane stood near the archway, biting his lip to smother a booming laugh at the sheer sight of the terrifying Alpha holding a frail, three-month-old human-born orphan like she was made of spun glass.If Caelan didn't maintain his cold, lethal dominance over the Northern Territory, I knew he would have snarled at Torin's amusement right then and there.My own human head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and the thought of facing Rowan Ashbourne at her pack keep made my stomach twist into knots.I followed Caelan out to the heavy iron-reinforced war-carriage, watching as he carefully laid Briar into the padded fur basket mounted in the cabin, strapping her in with practiced focus. I slid into the soft velvet bench right behind him.Torin and Caius Redfern had already hauled the rest of Briar's iron trunks into the boot. Caius gave us a brief, formal nod before da

"Do you truly believe a few drop-down wards and a bowl of warmed goat-milk broth can wipe away the blood on your hands, Lady Rowan?"I didn't lower the edge of my tunic as I nursed Briar, keeping my eyes locked on Rowan Ashbourne as she hovered near the doorway of the grand guest chamber. The heavy pelt curtains of the Ashbourne Keep rattled against the stone windows as the mountain gale howled outside, but inside, the suffocating scent of elderberry and old parchment hung thick enough to choke on.Briar shifted in my arm, her tiny, rounded human fingers clutching at the green velvet of my bodice. Born human to a pack that prized raw, predatory strength, my flesh was soft and thick where a true wolf's would be iron and bone. But sitting on that carved velvet lounge, feeling the warmth of my daughter suckling against my skin, I didn't feel weak. I felt hyper-aware of every shadow in this damned keep.Rowan’s pale, lined face flickered with a shadow of genuine pain before her trained ma

Caelan’s golden eyes slit into dangerous, predatory lines as he glared down at Isolde in dead silence, the air in the chamber instantly dropping to a bone-chilling sub-zero temperature.After he strode out of the room with Caius, Rowan Ashbourne raised her hand without warning.A sharp, violent crack echoed through the stone hall as her palm struck Isolde’s cheek. "Isolde! What in the name of the Goddess is wrong with you? Are you deliberately trying to destroy this bloodline!"Isolde’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief. She clutched her red, welted cheek, her voice rising in a frantic, weeping screech. "You slapped me? You laid hands on your own daughter because of a fat, worthless human?""This slap is a warning to keep your fangs tucked in!" Rowan snarled, her upper lip curling to reveal sharp, defensive incisors. "I ordered you to rest in the sanctuary wards, yet you snuck out to trigger a High Alpha war! Look at the disaster you've brought to our gates!""I am not sick! My wolf is

"If Lady Selene truly orchestrated this strike, what blood-debt is she trying to collect?" I rasped, my human throat burning as I clutched Caelan’s thick forearm. "What standing does she gain by tearing down my bloodline?"Caelan stood on the cold stone floor of the master chamber, his broad chest rising and falling beneath his dark leather tunic. "Do not let these treacherous thoughts rot your mind, Elowen. Rest inside the ward lines. Let me handle the interrogation.""I am not staying behind like a helpless human pet," I growled, rising from the feather bed and pulling my thick velvet cloak tighter over my plush waist. "If you march to the lower dungeons without me, Caelan, I will track your scent myself. I am coming with you."Caelan stared at me for a long beat, his golden Alpha eyes flaring with possessive worry. Finally, he bowed his massive head. "Very well. But you stay at my back."Because Briar Ashwyn was tucked safely in the sanctuary keep under the watchful eyes of Torin W

"You wish to track the male's scent through the tribunal archives yourself?" Garrick Whitlock growled, his dark eyes narrowing as he leaned against the cold stone frame of the subterranean portal inside Guardian Pack Command."I only require the blood-pattern report," I replied, keeping my voice level despite the frantic hammering of my pulse against my ribs. "Are you asserting that a High Alpha's Luna is forbidden from knowing whose mark was forced upon her?"Garrick stared down at me, his massive shoulders rising and falling beneath his dark leather battle-cloak. After a long, tense silence, he let out a heavy sigh. "Remain in this sanctuary. I will access the tribunal records."The moment my adoptive father turned the corner, Astrid Frostclaw stepped out from the shadow of the iron archway. Her face was pale, her fingers twitching near the hilt of her silver blade. She glanced over her shoulder at Garrick's retreating form before taking a quick step toward me."The night is bleedin