All Chapters of The Mad Lycan Plus-Size Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“This must be a prank. She isn't just fat and annoyingly an imposter.” A voice screamed. There was bitterness underneath that voice. Valerius' eyes were locked on mine. Marcus' jaw dropped flat to the ground. Linda's face twisted as every gaze turned toward me. The woman, or witch, with the staff turned to the Lycan, swallowing hard. Her voice barely scratched through the silence. “The staff has spoken,” she said. “Lycan, it's time for the bond test.” I nearly puked at the sound of that. My head turned without me moving, searching. My chest felt heavy. Valerius didn't even like me. The sun was still casting its golden light across the hall. The hall reeked of smoke and whiskey. Even if I was truly his mate, he would just reject me on the spot. Then I remembered. He needed an heir and pure blood to calm his curse. He wouldn't have a choice. But I'm not desperate for him either. If not for Tristan, I would have figured out a way out of all this. Primordial Dire Wolf? How can a fa

Serenity Pov I heard the sounds of the door unlocking through my sleep. Behold it was real and never a dream. Margot, a young terrified servant girl with messy hair and pale eyes, stood there inside the room. She held a gold tray that contained warm bread, sweet tea, fresh berries, plus roasted meat. The aroma filled my nose all at once. Her hands kept on vibrating. Normally I had expected stale bread and cold water since I live as a prisoner now. Margot's hair was so messy. Her white aprons were stained. “Why… would you bring me food?” I forced the words out of my chest. It came out tough and dry. “I am now a prisoner, Margot. Why bring me food fit for royalty? What if the guards or Marcus catches you?” She lifted her chin, walking closer to me. Her legs and feet were shaky; you could see it through her boots. “His majesty ordered these meals under threat of punishing the kitchen staff.” Margot breathed hard, like someone previously attacked by a bear. She had brought me the m

Serenity POV I stood and examined the rack more closely. "And there's something else." Mrs. Gable frowned. "What?" I ran my finger along the side of the wooden rack and looked at the greasy mark left behind. "It's greasy." I looked at my own hands, which were still wet from washing vegetables. Then my eyes moved toward the maid who had accused me. Her hands were also covered in grease, but the moment she noticed me looking, she quickly hid them behind her back. "Her hands," I said, pointing at her. The maid immediately shook her head. "I'm not hiding anything." I looked at her carefully. "Then let them see." Mrs. Gable stepped between us. "Enough. You don't get to interrogate another maid." I didn't argue with her. Instead, I pointed toward the rack again. "I don't have to interrogate her. The grease is on the side where someone grabbed the rack, and my hands were wet from washing vegetables. If I had touched it, there would be water there too." The maid's face began to pale. "An

Serenity POV I stood near the edge of the East Courtyard when the sound of several vehicles approaching the palace gates caught my attention. At first, I thought it was another group of palace officials arriving for whatever royal business was being handled that morning, but the vehicles were moving together in a way that made several guards turn toward the entrance. A long, luxurious black carriage followed two modern black SUVs through the gates, its polished gold details shining beneath the morning sunlight while the guards accompanying it wore fitted grey suits and moved with the kind of discipline that immediately told me they were not ordinary visitors. I stopped what I was doing and stared toward the entrance, and something about the sight of that carriage made an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach before I even saw the person stepping out. I knew that carriage. I had seen it countless times at Blackwood, usually whenever Sienna was being taken somewhere important,

POV: Sienna Blackwood I dragged my feet down the back hallway of the Frost Pack estate, my chest burning with pure anger. The guards had just thrown me out of King Valerius’s office like trash, and the shame of it made my head spin. I had never been humiliated like this in my whole life. And worst of all, it was because of Serenity, that fat, wolfless maid who used to clean my boots back at home. “You’re going to pay for this, you useless little bitch,” I muttered under my breath, pulling my fur coat tight around my shoulders. I wasn't going to just pack my bags and go home to Blackwood looking like a total loser. If I was leaving, I was going to make sure Serenity’s life was completely ruined first. I pulled back into a dark corner near the servants' staircase and waited. A few minutes later, a young palace maid carrying a tray of folded linens walked past. I stepped right out and blocked her path. The maid flinched, looking terrified. “Lady Sienna! You... you’re not supposed to