All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Freya AshwolfCaelan swallowed his tears, his tiny voice trembling in the quiet hall. "Nobody brought me. I ran past the sentinels and sneaked through the lower mountain pass on my own."A wave of icy horror washed over my chest, my dark complexion turning pale under the dim light of the hall. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, little pup?! The border forest is crawling with rogue blood-hunters who capture stray Omegas and young wolves to sell into slavery!"Caelan blinked his golden eyes, wiping a smudge of dirt from his nose with his sleeve. "I know I made a mistake. I am sorry for making you worry, Miss Freya. I won't do it again. But please don't banish me... I missed you so much. You said you were busy with pack duties, so I came to sit by your hearth. You can work on your spell-scrolls, and I will just watch quietly from the floor. I promise I won't make a sound."His earnest, heartbreaking words choked the breath right out of my throat. My unemployed, blacklisted self

Although I am wearing only a raw linen tunic and a pair of dark leather trousers, the quiet dignity of my Omega wolf commands the room. My simple attire looks far more striking than the gilded silk costumes of the high-born bards, drawing every eye in the tavern directly to the stage.I take a slow, deep breath, resting the polished wooden frame of the moon-harp against my left shoulder. One by one, the silver strings vibrate beneath my touch, notes springing to life and dancing through the air as if guided by an ancient spirit. A rich, melancholic melody fills the room.At once, the rowdy chatter and clinking of ale horns among the patrons fade into absolute silence. Every gaze is transfixed by the solitary figure seated upon the stone platform.The core rhythm of the song is pure and pristine, the voice of the harp resonating with haunting beauty. By pouring my own raw grief into the wood, my wolf weaves a tale of survival, heartbreak, and unyielding pride. As the tavern listens to

High Lord Maxwell Stoneclaw’s bone-crutches rattled furiously against the polished stone floor of the Nightbane Citadel. His white beard trembled with unbridled rage, his old Alpha eyes flashing a dangerous amber as he stormed toward the inner sanctuary.Elder Viktor Nightbane sat beside the crackling hearth, casually dipping a wooden spoon into a cup of hot blood-tea. He did not even look up as the furious High Lord burst into his private hall."You owe me a blood-explanation, Viktor!" Maxwell roared, slamming the iron ferrule of his crutch against the flagstones. "My pack suffered public humiliation today because of your arrogant grandson! We agreed on the union!"The royal decree released hours ago by the Nightbane Elders—announcing the prospective union between House Nightbane and the Stoneclaw bloodline—was meant to pressure Lucien into compliance. It was a strategy designed to force the young High Lord to yield to ancestral authority and claim Lady Hayley Stoneclaw as his Luna.

The heavy oak doors of the cliffside dining hall splintered under the shockwave of pure Alpha aura. The temperature in the room dropped so fast that frost crawled across the crystal wine goblets, making the high-born bards and noble elders gasp in terror.I stood frozen beside the table, my dark skin burning under the weight of Lucien Nightbane’s unshielded golden eyes."High Lord Lucien..." I breathed, my fingers tightening around the silver tuning key of my moon-harp until the metal bit into my palm.Lucien took a slow, heavy step forward. His black leather battle-armor creaked with every move, radiating an apocalyptic bloodlust that brought two nearby sentinels to their knees, groaning under the pressure. He didn't even glance at his grandfather, High Lord Octavian, or Lady Serilda, who sat frozen at the royal booth.His predatory gaze stayed locked onto mine."Did you hear me, Freya?" Lucien growled, his deep baritone vibrating through th

The cold silence of the restricted chamber hung heavy around us as Roderic Valemont dropped the glowing communication mirror onto the table."Cassius Bloodwyn orchestrated the ambush to draw your Royal Guard away from the Citadel," Roderic gasped, his forehead slick with cold sweat. "And three minutes ago, the Rogue Blood Hunters breached the inner nursery and abducted Caelan!"My Omega wolf let out a violent, suffocating shriek inside my mind. Caelan—my sweet, innocent pup—was in the hands of rogue executioners. The thought of those savage, corrupted wolves sinking their claws into his small frame made my blood boil with feral fury.Lucien didn't utter a single, wasted syllable. He reached up, tore the clear-lens glasses from his face, and folded the temples closed—one side at a time—before crushing the wire frame into twisted metal in his bare palm.Without the disguise, his unshielded golden eyes burned with an apocalyptic, bloo