All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Freya Ashwolf"You should at least possess a shred of honor as a shifter; I am sickened to my core watching you crawl on your belly like a wingless leech." Roderic Valemont snaps his jaw tight, his eyes burning with cold disgust as he looms over Cassius Bloodwyn in the hall of the Ashwolf Moon Hall. "Stripping away your bloodline title, what did you ever contribute to your offspring? Did you ever shield them under your fur, or feed them from your own hunt? By what right do you dare demand blood debts from Freya and Rowan? Do not snarl at me simply because I speak the unvarnished truth."Roderic delivers the brutal tongue-lashing without flinching, leaving my father’s face as grey as ash. I stand near the heavy iron doors, my dark skin hot with humiliation, my hands trembling as my silent, scentless Omega wolf whimpers inside my chest. Every word Roderic speaks hits the mark. Cassius Bloodwyn is a disgrace to the Ashwolf Pack—a weak, self-serving male who ruined our pack territory, fai

"I cannot play the moon-harp for House Nightbane anymore," I whisper, my voice breaking with raw, suffocating pain. "I cannot serve as a ceremonial bard, and I cannot fight beside your warriors. Lord Caelan's spirit-wolf needs a strong, capable guide to calm his feral rages—not an broken Omega who can barely lift her own arm. It would be selfish of me to stay in the Nightbane Crimson Citadel and act as an obstacle to your house."I lift my head, looking directly into his clear lenses, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the hot tears burning behind my eyes. "High Lord Octavian can easily hire a high-ranked Alpha female to guide Caelan. I am asking you to let me and Rowan leave the territory peacefully. Please, Beta Lucien... cancel our debt bond."The temperature in the stone chamber plunges instantly.Lucien stands up slowly, his towering physique blotting out the morning light. The quiet, polite nobleman vanishes, replaced by a suffocating, crushing weight that makes my weak O

Lucien NightbaneThe heavy oak door creaks as I stride into the dimly lit sanctuary music room, discarding my fur cloak onto the stone bench with a single, sweeping motion.Caelan stands with his back to the archway, his small, trembling hands clutching the silver-strung bone violin that Freya Ashwolf left behind. His eyes are fixed on the instrument, hollow and unblinking, lost in a sea of silent grief.Hearing the shadow of my approach, Caelan stiffens. He snaps his head toward the door, his golden eyes flaring with sudden hope, but the moment his gaze lands on my face, his expression freezes into a mask of pure ice. He gives a harsh, guttural snort—a raw wolf's instinct—and whips his body away from me, staring back at the blank stone wall as if I do not exist."Are you finished with your childish rebellion?" I ask, my voice dropping into a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through the cold chamber.Caelan does not turn. "I want Freya back. Bring the Omega back to the citadel.""Cae

He is an absolute mountain of an Alpha—muscular, broad-chested, and radiating a suffocating aura of pure, unchecked power. His dark hair is pulled back, highlighting his sharp, ruthless jawline. Perched on the bridge of his nose are a pair of clear-lens glasses—frames he has no medical need for, worn solely to soften his terrifying presence when dealing with lesser wolves.Standing beside him, leaning casually against the edge of the stone table, is Darius Nightbane, his dark eyes gleefully tracking Rowan as the young wolf bursts through the double doors.Rowan does not bother to catch his breath. He marches directly to the center of the room, his eyes scanning the glowing map. "High Lord Beta, where is the breach?"Lucien slowly reaches up with two fingers, taking hold of his clear-lens glasses. He folds them closed—one temple at a time, the deliberate clicks echoing like snapping bones in the silent chamber—before slipping them into his dark vest pocket. Without the frames shielding

The next morning, the fog hangs thick over the trading posts of Nightfall Haven as Freya and I walk through the open-air beast market. The smell of leather, pine smoke, and heavy beast-tallow fills the crisp air. Sentinels from various border packs move between the wooden pens, inspecting the massive, iron-armored war-steeds and shadow-wolves brought down from the northern mountains.A plump, heavily furred trader spots us immediately and rushes forward, bowing low. "Ah! Master Rowan of the Ashwolf pack! And the fair Lady Freya! Welcome, welcome! Are you seeking beasts for pack transport or royal patrols?""Show me your heavy transport beasts," I command, my voice firm and authoritative. "Something built for long treks through the mountain passes, with enough stamina to handle heavy armor.""Right this way!" the trader chirps, leading us toward a row of massive, coal-black war-beasts with thick, muscle-bound legs and glowing amber eyes. "These are prime shadow-steeds from the Crimson