All Chapters of The Rejected Plus-Size Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Elara’s POV “Elias!” I gasped, the name tearing from my throat as I redoubled my efforts to shove Nathan away. “Elias, I’m over here!”Nathan didn’t budge. He was a wall of solid, bourbon-soaked muscle, his arms tightening around my waist like iron bands. He let out a low, territorial growl, his face still pressed into the crook of my neck. “Ignore him,” he muttered, his voice thick and slurred. “He doesn’t deserve you. He’s just a placeholder.”“Get off me! Nathan, stop!” I thrashed, my palms sliding against the silk of his vest as I tried to wedge some space between us. “Elara? Where are you?” Elias’s voice was closer now, vibrating with a mix of confusion and rising alarm. The rhythmic click of his dress shoes on the stone floor echoed down the hall. Panic flared white-hot in my chest. If Elias saw us like this—if he saw the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack pawing at me while he was supposed to be celebrating his mate—it wouldn't just be a scandal. It would be a bloodbath. “In h

Elara’s pov"She's the one who left me."The words hung in the air between us, and for a long moment I forgot how to be angry.Elias turned away and crossed to the window. He braced one hand on the frame, and the moonlight carved hard lines across his profile. I had seen him furious. I had seen him cold, calculating, ruthless in front of a room full of Alphas. I had never seen him look *tired*."Tell me," I said quietly."There was an Alpha." He didn't look at me. "From a pack three territories over. He'd been searching for his destined Luna for years, and one day he scented her on the border. My mate."My stomach dipped. "She was yours.""She was. We'd been together for years, and I thought nothing could change that." His laugh was short and humorless. "But a fated pull is a hard thing to fight. When he came for her, she went. She stood in front of me and said it was bigger than us, that she had no choice.""Elias...""I didn't beg. I didn't rage. I let her go." His knuckles whitened

Elara’s POV The silence after the crash was the worst part.No more arrows. No more screaming wood. Just the thin, wheezing sound of the carriage settling into the dirt and the ringing in my ears."Elara." Elias's voice was rough above me. His hands were already moving over my arms, my ribs, my face, checking for damage with a frantic, shaking thoroughness. "Are you hurt? Talk to me.""I'm fine.""You're bleeding."I touched my temple and my fingers came away red. A shallow gash, stinging and hot. I didn't even have to think. The familiar warmth rolled beneath my skin, and I felt the edges knit together, the sting fading to nothing.Elias stared at my forehead, then at my fingers."Told you," I said. "I'm fine."His jaw flexed. He didn't say anything, but his arm tightened around me for one fierce second before he let go. He shouldered the broken door open and climbed out first, shielding the gap with his body.I followed him, and my stomach dropped.The horses were gone. Not dead, I

Elara’s povFor a stunned second, all I could do was stand there with my hand still on the doorknob.A girl. Young, slender, wrapped around my husband like ivy around a post. Her face was buried in his neck, and her dark hair spilled down his shoulder. A cousin, maybe. A childhood friend who had missed him for years. Someone from the family, I told myself. Someone close.I almost believed it.Then I saw Elias's hands.They were on her shoulders, not holding her but *pushing*, his fingers digging in as he tried to peel her off him. His jaw was locked. His whole body had gone rigid."Let go," he said."I missed you so much," the girl whispered against his collar, her voice trembling and sweet and wet. "You don't know how long I've waited. Every night, Elias, every single night—""I said let *go*."He shoved her back hard enough that she stumbled. She caught herself on the bedpost and looked up at him with enormous, glittering eyes, her lower lip wobbling, an expression so perfectly woun

Elara’s povIt took the prince and two of his guards to drag Yvonne out of the dining hall.She went kicking and sobbing, her pink ribbons trailing behind her, one hand stretched toward Elias as though she were being carried off to the gallows. "Elias! *Elias!* You can't do this! You'll regret it, I swear you will!"Elias didn't turn around.The doors thudded shut. The wailing faded down the corridor. For a long moment, nobody in the hall moved.I stood at my husband's side and watched his parents.They were fighting it. I could see that plainly. His mother's hands kept twisting in her lap, her lips pressed into a thin white line. His father stared at a spot on the far wall as though he could burn a hole through it. Every muscle in their bodies said they wanted to stand up and demand that the girl be brought back, that the stranger be thrown out, that the world return to the shape they'd drawn for it.But Elias's words were still ringing in the air. *Forget you ever had a son.*His mo