Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fake Alpha Husband Refused to Let Me Go: Plus Size: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Eloise Hollowmere POV"The Alpha King's shadow scribe, Caedmon Frostfang, just delivered every single piece of dirt on this she-wolf Julia directly to my device," Elowyn howls with dark amusement, her tail thumping the floorboards of my private dressing den.I pause, a low hum vibrating in my human throat as I look up from my leather wraps. "Lucan truly rules the Moonsong Dominion with an iron claw. His scouting network operates with lethal speed.""Wow! The supreme pack leader of the Silverclaw Royal Pack does not play around," Elowyn laughs, shaking her head. "It is over for your heart, Eloise. You have fallen completely into his jaws. Look at your skin, your scent is practically dripping with mate-heat just thinking about his touch!""Silence, wolf," I murmur, my plus-size human frame heating up with instant embarrassment as I swat her shoulder. Before my fingers can trail back to my garments, a vicious frequency spikes through my communication stone from the wretched Moon Gift Gua

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Your sweet human scent is the only thing keeping my wolf docile, Eloise," Lucan mutters against my hair, his massive, scarred arm tightening around my thick waist as the dawn light filters into the Silvermoon Royal Lodge.I open my eyes, realization hitting my mind that my plus-size frame is completely pinned beneath his heavy, muscular torso, my legs tangled hopelessly in his sheets. My face burns with intense heat as I gently try to slide away from his intoxicating warmth. "Let my skin go, Lucan... Elowyn is tracking my frequency.""Eloise, your human boots need to sprint back to the Alpha Dominion Hall immediately," Elowyn’s frantic voice roars through my communication stone the exact second I connect the magic. "Rowan has issued a final pack ultimatum. He demands you abandon your lead ritual in the arena and submit to the raw-skin lingerie broadcast, or the Silverhowl Bard Guild will legally chain your contract in the dark until your life cycles end!""My sk

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Your human ears are far too weak to comprehend the true symphony of the bloodlines, Rowan, so crawl back to your breeding cave," I murmur, sliding my voluptuous curves deeper into the velvet royal seat as the music begins to play, completely cutting off his desperate muzzle.Rowan’s throat lets out a muffled, frantic growl as he scans the Great Moon Feast Hall, realizing the surrounding Alphas are all high-tier royal legends. He attempts to lock eyes with the elders, but not a single predator acknowledges the presence of a low-ranking stray who leads a minor performance guild.After enduring five minutes of suffocating isolation, he leaps from his chair and flees the lodge in utter humiliation.I let out a dark, mocking purr against my teeth. My mind actually believed for a single second that Rowan possessed a shred of pack honor left beneath his fur, but his beast is thoroughly rotted. He is still entirely content to use my thick human body as a protective shie

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Speak into the magic array, Lord Rowan, is the human female exposing the true rot of your guild?" the Star Arm Herald snarhes, shoving a glowing recording crystal directly into his pale muzzle before he can finish snarling at my face.Rowan’s claws freeze, his grip slipping off my heavy human arm as the flashing light blinds his vision. Before his tongue can spin a single blood-lie to protect his territory, my voluptuous curves step directly into the center of the broadcast line."The script for my ritual comeback is currently being carved by the masters," I declare, my voice ringing with absolute dominance that suffocates the plaza. "However, Alpha Rowan prefers to keep my return hidden from the high packs. As the territory is well aware, his private bedding furs have suffered some highly embarrassing scandals under the current moon, and my lips are too noble to whisper the explicit details. I simply want the northern packs to understand that although my blood

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Are your paws truly ready to bow your alpha crown before that fat human breeder, Rowan?" Meredith Thornvale snarls, her yellow wolf eyes widening to the size of full moons as she grips the edge of the leather furs, her scent spiking with absolute panic. "My ears never expected your beast to crawl back to her feet so easily!"Rowan Blackthorn flashes her a warnings-only glare from his desk, flashing his fangs to keep her muzzle quiet until the communication stone deactivates."Do your pathetic ears truly believe my human flesh will slide back into your den, Rowan?" I hiss back through the magical link, my voice dropping to a freezing, unbothered rhythm that echoes inside his skull. "Your wolf never felt a single ounce of affection for my skin. Every boundary your pack crossed was designed to feed your own resources. The devastation of the Silverhowl Bard Guild tonight wasn't bred by my hands; your own cheating heat with Meredith dug this grave."My raw words stri