All Chapters of Mated To The Plus Size Model: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LyraI barely slept that night. Kyon's words kept playing inside my head, especially the ones he had spoken through my closed door, because no matter how much I wanted to be angry with him, I could not pretend that his confession had not changed something inside me. He had never wanted any of those women, and he had not agreed to the Luna arrangement because he had stopped caring about me. He had agreed because he was afraid of what choosing me would cost him, and somehow that truth hurt almost as much as his rejection had.I sat beside my window until the moon disappeared behind the clouds, thinking about everything that had happened between us. Kyon had always been fighting something, even when I thought he was simply fighting me. He would pull me close when his feelings became too strong, then push me away whenever those same feelings frightened him, and I had spent so long believing that I was the problem. Now I understood that the real battle had never been whether he wanted me

KyonI noticed the friendship between Lyra and Mira before anyone bothered to tell me about it. At first, it was only small things, like seeing them walking together through the gardens or talking quietly near the library, but soon I began seeing Mira beside Lyra almost everywhere. My first thought was that Mira was using her, because I had spent my entire life watching powerful families hide their real intentions behind polite smiles. A woman competing to become my Luna suddenly becoming close to Lyra was too convenient to ignore. I told myself I was only being careful, but the truth was that I did not like seeing anyone get close to Lyra when I did not know why.I mentioned it to my mother during breakfast the next morning, expecting her to understand my concern. Instead, she looked almost pleased, which immediately made me more suspicious.“Mira has been spending time with Lyra,” I said.My mother calmly continued cutting her food. “I know.”“You know?”“Of course I know. I know

KyonI began noticing Mira more than I wanted to. At first, I kept telling myself it was because she was one of the Luna candidates, and as king, I had every reason to know what each woman did inside my estate. But after watching her for several days, I realized I was paying attention to things that had nothing to do with the Luna selection. She was always kind to Lyra, always calm around my family, and always careful with her words, yet there were small things about her that refused to leave my mind.For starters, she randomly disappeared sometimes. Not for long, but long enough for me to notice.One afternoon, I caught her leaving through the eastern gate alone, without the servants or guards who usually accompanied the candidates. When I asked where she was going, the guard told me she had said she needed fresh air and just needed to take a walk. I accepted the answer, but something about it felt wrong because there were plenty of gardens inside the estate and no reason for her to

LyraI did not confront Mira again after what happened in the study. Instead, I decided to watch her instead, because I needed to know whether my fear was real or whether I was allowing suspicion to destroy the first real friendship I had found in the palace. I became careful around her, careful with my words, careful with my questions, and especially careful whenever the conversation turned toward Kyon or his family. Mira did not seem to notice the change, and that almost made me feel worse because she continued treating me like a friend while I was secretly studying everything she did.At first, the things I noticed seemed harmless. It was normal questions at first—questions like what time Kyon usually met with the royal council, or whether his mother had any important meetings that week, and I would give her simple answers without thinking too much about them. Sometimes, when I mentioned something about Kyon, I noticed her fingers moving quickly across a small piece of paper, bu

LyraI waited until I was certain Mira was alone before I went looking for her. My heart was beating hard as I walked through the quiet hallway, because part of me still wanted to turn around and forget everything I had heard. I wanted to believe that the woman who had defended me, listened to me, and made me feel like I belonged had never been pretending. But every time I remembered her saying that she had been sending reports about the royal household, the trust I had placed in her felt like a knife twisting inside my chest.I found her in the small shed beside the garden, sitting on one of the cane chairs with a book in her hands. She looked peaceful, almost too peaceful, and for a second I wondered if I had made a mistake coming there. Then she turned and saw me, and the smile that appeared on her face disappeared almost immediately when she noticed the anger in mine.“Lyra?”“Can I ask you something?” I asked her.Her expression became serious.“Sure,” she replied, sitting up sl