All Chapters of Mated To The Plus Size Model: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LyraI met Mira again later that night at a quiet corner in the palace courtyard. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, then slowly reached inside her dress and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in dark cloth. My heart began beating faster as she placed it on the table between us and carefully untied the string around it. I had seen enough secrets in the last few days to know that whatever was inside was important, and suddenly I was not sure I wanted to see it.“These are copies,” she whispered. “My family made them before I came here.”I stared at the old papers.“Copies of what?”“The temple records.”She unfolded the first one, revealing yellowed paper covered in faded writing. Some of the words were so old that I struggled to read them, while other parts had been carefully marked with small notes in the margins. Mira placed another document beside it, then another, until the table was covered with pieces of the kingdom's forgotten history. I leaned closer, feeling a strange c

LyraI had not planned to go anywhere near the temple that morning, but Mira changed my mind when she asked me to walk with her through the eastern gardens. She said she needed fresh air after spending too much time inside the estate, and I agreed because staying in my room had started making my thoughts too loud. Since our conversation about the old records, I had been unable to look at the temple the same way, because every time I saw its tall white walls, I remembered the missing pages and the strange prophecy about a woman without a wolf. I still did not know what any of it meant, but I could not stop wondering whether the answers were closer to me than I wanted them to be.“You are quiet today,” Mira said as we walked along the stone path.“I am thinking.”“That is dangerous.”I gave her a small smile.“About the temple?”“Yes,” I said then paused for a moment. “What if we go there?”She looked at me carefully. “You want to?” I didn't answer immediately. “You do not have to b

LyraI tried to tell myself that I was only returning to the temple because Mira had asked me to, but deep down, I knew that was not true. Since the old priestess had looked at me with fear in her eyes, the temple had been sitting inside my mind like a question I could not answer. I wanted to know why she had reacted that way, and I wanted to know whether my mark had anything to do with it. So when Mira suggested that we take a small basket of herbs to the temple as an excuse for visiting, I agreed without asking too many questions.“You are staring again,” Mira said as we walked through the courtyard.“I am thinking.”“That is becoming your favorite answer.”“Maybe because there is too much to think about.”She gave me a small smile.“You are nervous.”“I am not.”“Lyra.”I sighed.“Fine. Maybe I am.”The temple felt colder than usual as we entered, even though sunlight poured through the tall windows. A few priestesses moved through the main hall, their faces calm and peaceful, but

LyraAfter what happened at the temple, I started noticing the wolves around the estate in a way I never had before. Maybe they had always behaved strangely around me, and maybe I had simply been too busy worrying about what everyone thought of me to notice, but now every little thing caught my attention. I had spent most of my life hearing that I was different because I had no wolf, and I had learned to keep my distance whenever werewolves gathered because I never wanted anyone to remind me that I did not belong. But now I was beginning to wonder if the wolves themselves had never seen me as an outsider.I got my first clear answer the next morning.A large guard wolf was standing near the eastern entrance when I walked through the courtyard, and I immediately slowed when I saw him. He was one of the most aggressive wolves in the estate, the kind that growled at servants who came too close and had once snapped at a visitor who reached toward him without permission. His ears lifted w

KyonI found Lyra standing alone in the courtyard the following morning, and the first thing I noticed was how tired she looked. Dark shadows sat beneath her eyes, and even from across the stone path, I could tell that she had barely slept. She tried to hide it when she saw me, straightening her shoulders and turning her attention toward the garden, but I had known her long enough to recognize when she was pretending. I walked toward her slowly, already wondering what had kept her awake.“You didn't sleep.”She glanced at me.“I did.”“You look like you fought a war in your dreams.”A faint smile touched her lips.“Maybe I did.”I stopped in front of her.“What happened?”“Nothing.”“Lyra.”She looked at me for a long moment, then looked away.“I had a strange dream.”Something inside me tightened.“What kind of dream?”She hesitated, and I could see the struggle in her eyes before she finally looked at me again.“There was a forest.”“What kind?”“An old one. I didn't recognize it.”