All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

FreyaA heavy, suffocating wave of heat surges through my omega core as I look at the sleeping boy. It is getting impossible to convince my inner wolf that I am just a hired music tutor to House Nightbane.High Alpha Lucien Nightbane stands perfectly still near the foot of the carved oak bed. His massive five-foot-eight muscular frame casts a long shadow across the stone floor, his broad chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. He reaches up with quiet precision, taking off his clear-lens glasses and folding them closed, one temple at a time, before tucking them into the front pocket of his leather tunic. His unyielding golden eyes lock onto my face, scanning my black complexion, my four-foot-five frame, and the curve of my waist with an intensity that makes my blood run scorching hot.For six years, Lucien has believed the woman who bore his royal heir was a calculated shadow-assassin sent by a rival pack. But as he watches me press a soothing palm against Caelan's for

FreyaI watch High Alpha Lucien Nightbane lean against the carved stone lintel of the grand chamber, his massive five-foot-eight frame exuding absolute, suffocating authority. He reaches up with terrifying calmness, taking off his clear-lens glasses and folding them closed, one temple at a time, before slipping them into his dark leather tunic. Without those lenses obscuring his face, his golden Alpha eyes gleam with dangerous, unyielding dominance."He's throwing a child's temper tantrum," Lucien growls softly, his deep voice rattling my omega bones where I stand near the doorway. "You know how wild pups get when they don't get their way. Leave him to snarl in his room, Mother. Go back to the inner keep of the Nightbane Crimson Citadel."Lady Serilda Nightbane clenches her jeweled staff, her eyes flashing with fierce grand-maternal rage. "He has locked his door with a heavy sliding bolt, Lucien! He hasn't touched a single piece of fresh game since you brought him back from Moonfang H

FreyaMy omega wolf whines beneath my ribs, terrified by the dark malice leaking from Cassius Bloodwyn and Selah Frostfang. The seal of House Nightbane glows on the parchment scroll, but the words binding my fate to High Alpha Lucien Nightbane feel like an iron collar snapping tight around my throat."I won't let you use me to destroy Rowan," I growl, taking a sharp step back from the carriage door, my black skin damp with cold sweat. "You can forge blood-scrolls and issue false mandates, but I am an omega of the Ashwolf Pack. You have no legal right to lock me away!"Selah lets out a sharp, mocking laugh, her pale eyes flashing as her long white claws extend from her manicured fingers. "Legal right? You miserable little stray. Lord Cassius holds your brother's life in his hands. If you don't walk into Nightbane Crimson Citadel willingly, Rowan will be dead before the full moon reaches its apex."Cassius's face darkens into a mask of pure fury. He clutches the parchment scroll tightly

Freya"You see, Sophia?" Moira sneers, her upper lip curling over her sharp canines as she watches the heavy iron bolts slide across my bedroom door. "Holding her here changes everything."Sophia’s dark eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. "That actually makes total sense, Mom!"Beside them, Cassius shifts his massive weight, his brow furrowing as he stares at the heavy lock. His Alpha authority feels hollow, undermined by his wife’s vicious scheme. "You’re sure about this, Moira? Locking up both omegas... it borders on pack treason. If the Ashwolf Council Elders find out we're holding our own blood captive—""The Ashwolf Moon Dominion is crumbling, Cassius!" Moira snaps, her voice dropping into a harsh, venomous whisper. "Do you think the council will care about a couple of disgraced omegas when the pack goes bankrupt? No one is going to pity us if our territory falls to the Nightbane Crimson Dominion! We aren't torturing them. What are you sweating for? Do I look like I'm going to sla

FreyaLucien’s heavy arm locks around my waist like an iron chain, trapping my bruised body against his rock-hard chest. The thick, male scent of rain, leather, and dark Alpha power washes over my senses, forcing my battered omega wolf to shudder. Tears of sheer agony sting my eyes, but I bite my lip until I taste copper, refusing to let him see me break."Release me, Lucien!" I growl, my fingers digging into the tough leather of his tunic as I try to push away. "I can stand on my own two feet!"My left ankle flares with excruciating heat the moment my toes brush the stone path, making my knees buckle instantly. A ragged gasp rips from my throat. I fold forward, my face burying directly into the crook of his neck. The raw heat radiating from his skin slams through me, my omega instincts purring in helpless betrayal at his proximity.Lucien doesn't budge an inch. His golden Alpha eyes darken as he glares down at my swollen, purple joint. "You're as stubborn as a feral rogue. Your ankle