All Chapters of Mated To The Plus Size Model: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LyraI didn't confront Damien about what I had found till the following evening. I stood outside his room with the folded military document pressed tightly against my chest, my heart beating so hard that I could almost hear it. I had spent the entire night staring at the sketch of my mark, trying to convince myself that there had to be an innocent explanation for why he had it. But every time I remembered the way Damien looked at my mark, the strange symbols he recognized, and the things he seemed to know about my past, another question appeared in my mind. I hated that I was beginning to doubt the one person who had made me feel safe when I needed someone the most.When Damien finally opened the door and saw me standing there, surprise crossed his face before he quickly hid it. His eyes dropped to the document in my hands, and for a moment neither of us spoke. I stepped inside when he moved aside, then placed the paper on the table between us and looked directly at him. I had promis

KyonI noticed the change in Lyra almost immediately, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. She no longer looked at me with the same anger she used to carry whenever our eyes met, but somehow that was worse because her attention was slowly moving toward Damien instead. She smiled more when he was around, spoke freely with him, and no longer seemed afraid of saying what was on her mind. I kept telling myself that I should be relieved because I had been the one who pushed her away, but every time Damien made her laugh, something dark twisted inside my chest, and my wolf became restless as if it wanted to tear through every wall between them.At dinner that evening, I tried to ignore them and focus on the council members around me, but my eyes kept finding Lyra. Damien sat beside her, listening while she talked about something that made her smile, and for a moment she looked completely comfortable. Then he reached across the table and placed his hand around her waist as he leaned clo

KyonI barely slept after Lyra walked away from me the night before. Her words kept returning to me, especially the part where she said Damien had offered her something I never had: a choice. I hated how much those words hurt because I knew there was truth in them, and the worst part was that I could not explain myself without exposing everything I had been secretly investigating. I had spent days telling myself that I was protecting her by keeping quiet, but now I was beginning to wonder if my silence was doing more harm than good.Before sunrise, I went to the royal archives and ordered the guards to open the restricted military records. The room smelled of old paper, dust, and dried wood, and the weak morning light coming through the narrow windows made everything feel colder than it really was. I told the archivist that I wanted every record connected to Damien's military service, especially requests he had made for old religious or historical documents. The old man looked nervous

KyonThe moment Anderson placed the latest report on my desk, I knew my suspicion about Damien had grown into something much darker. One of his secret contacts had been seen near the modeling agency connected to Lyra's old life, and the information was too specific to dismiss as coincidence. I picked up the report and read it twice, hoping I had misunderstood something, but the names and dates remained the same. Damien had not simply appeared in Lyra's life after returning to the kingdom; someone had been moving pieces around her long before either of them stood face to face."Trace the agency's funding," I ordered.Anderson nodded."How far do you want me to go, Your Majesty?""Until you find the first person who put money into it. I don't care how many businesses are between us and that person."He left immediately, and I spent the next several hours trying to convince myself that there could be another explanation. Maybe Damien had helped the agency for innocent reasons, or perhap

LyraI knew something had changed between Kyon and Damien the moment I saw them together after their private meeting. Neither of them told me what had happened, but I could feel the difference in the air whenever they stood in the same room. Damien became even more attentive toward me, always asking if I had eaten, if I was tired, or if I needed anything, while Kyon became strangely quiet and distant. At first, I thought Kyon was finally accepting my decision, and that thought brought me a small sense of relief because I was tired of fighting with him over every choice I made.I tried not to think too much about Kyon's silence, but sometimes I caught him watching me from across a room, and there was something in his eyes that I could not understand. He never came closer, never asked me to stay, and never tried to stop me from spending time with Damien. Because of that, I convinced myself that he had finally given up on whatever strange hold he believed he had over me. Maybe he underst