All Chapters of The Rejected Plus-Size Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nathan’s POV Kaelen’s smile was like a blade, sharp and mocking. He didn't look like a prisoner; he looked like a man who had intentionally walked into a trap just to see the look on my face. Around us, the palace guards shifted their weight, their hands tight on their weapons. The courtyard felt smaller, the air thick with the metallic scent of tension."How do you run these packs, Nathan?" Kaelen’s voice rasped, cutting through the silence. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning the surrounding walls and the sentries standing at attention. "I’ve been curious. How is it that a man like me—a man you’ve known for years—can just walk in and out of your territory without your knowledge? Without a single scent picked up or a single alarm raised until I was already inside your walls?"A low murmur rippled through the gathered crowd of guards and court attendants. They shifted, whispering to one another. I could see the confusion in their eyes, the flickering doubt. If a Blackwood commander

Nathan’s pov"I don't understand what you mean, Geoffrey," I said, my voice dropping an octave as I stared him down. "You talk about an alliance, about blood-bonds, and then you mention your sister. Be clear. What are you actually asking for?"Geoffrey chuckled, a dry, grating sound that set my teeth on edge. He stood up from the velvet armchair, smoothing the front of his tunic with a slow, deliberate arrogance. "It is quite simple, Nathan. My sister, Getrude, is a woman of ambition. She has watched the borders of the Southern Reach for years. She has seen your growth, your strength, and she has made her desires known to me."He paused, leaning in until I could smell the faint, metallic scent of his Alpha aura. "She has asked—no, she has demanded—that the Alpha of Goldstone becomes her husband. She wants you, Nathan. She wants to sit on that throne beside you as your Luna."A sharp, choked gasp erupted from the sofa. "Absolutely not!" Isabella shrieked, standing so abruptly her silk

Elara’s POV The candlelight in the Great Hall of Goldstone flickered against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mimic the unease twisting in my gut. I adjusted the silk of my skirts, my fingers trembling slightly. Elias stood beside me, his frame rigid, his jaw set so tightly I feared it might crack. He hadn't looked at me once since Nathan had pulled him into the hallway earlier."You're doing that thing again," I whispered, leaning closer to him so the surrounding guests wouldn't hear.Elias blinked, his gaze snapping to mine, but it felt hollow. "What thing?""The thing where you disappear into your own head," I said, reaching out to brush my fingers against his sleeve. "Elias, talk to me. Is it about Geoffrey? Whatever he said to you—""It’s nothing, Elara," he interrupted, his voice clipped. "He’s just trying to provoke me. You know how he is. He’s a guest, and I’m just... irritated."I watched him for a beat, searching for the lie. I knew he was hidin

Elara’s POV The sunlight hitting my eyelids felt like a physical weight. I groaned, rolling over and expecting the cool touch of silk, but the brightness was too aggressive. I blinked, my vision swimming until the blur of my bedroom walls snapped into focus. My eyes darted to the clock on the bedside table."No," I whispered, my voice raspy. It was nearly noon. The morning was gone, evaporated while I slept off the exhaustion of the night before. The Alpha mansion—I was supposed to be there hours ago."Damn it, Elias," I muttered, throwing the sheets back. My body ached in places that reminded me exactly why I’d slept so late, but there was no time to dwell on the heat of his touch. I scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over my own feet as I lunged for a fresh dress. I didn't bother with my hair, shoving it back into a messy knot. I was late, and in this pack, lateness was a scent the gossips tracked like blood. I bolted out the door, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against m

Isabella’s POV The emerald silk felt like liquid moonlight against my skin. I smoothed the fabric over my hips, marveling at the way it clung to every curve, highlighting the soft swell of my stomach where my husband’s heir grew. It was perfect. It was more than perfect—it was a message.“He sent it to me,” I whispered to my reflection, a giddy laugh bubbling up in my throat. “He finally understands.”I didn't care that there had been no card. Who else would send such a masterpiece to the Luna on her anniversary? Nathan had always been a man of few words, but this gesture spoke volumes. I had caught him. After months of his coldness, his distance, and his lingering glances toward that pathetic girl, he had finally realized where he belonged. I had taken my husband back, and the emerald of this dress was the flag of my victory. There was no going back now.When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the room fell into a stunned silence. I kept my eyes locked on Nathan. As I stepped into