All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FreyaThe scent of dry cedar and cold blood lingers on my skin, but the safety of House Nightbane's grounds keeps the phantom wolves at bay. I swallow down the lump in my throat, my fingers clutching the embroidered silver silk of my cloak. Leaving my tiny shack in the slums was never the plan, but staying meant let Cassius Bloodwyn’s hounds tear my flesh to bone.I look up at Lucien Nightbane, my breath catching as his massive frame fills the stone doorway of the Crimson Citadel. "Very well," I whisper, my voice raspy from the night's agony. "I will accept your pack sanctuary for one night. I am sorry for bringing my curse to your gates."Caelan, sitting on his small velvet cushion in the grand hall, lets out a high-pitched howl of delight. He scrambles off his seat, his tiny claws clicking against the polished obsidian floor, and throws his small body straight into my knees. "You're staying! Father, Miss Pretty Lady is staying in the Citadel!"I catch the little pup before he knocks

FreyaOn the other end of the glowing communication orb, when Gideon Frostclaw hears that Rowan needs him to bring the silver memory crystal containing the territory blood-runes, he doesn't ask a single question. The line cuts out as he rushes into action.Upon seeing Rowan finally cave, Moira’s twisted, scarred face curls into a smug, triumphant sneer. Her golden Alpha eyes flash with arrogance as she adjusts her heavy silk furs. "Now, wasn’t that simple? You need to remember your place in the pack hierarchy, half-breed. You are a motherless omega bastard. You were never built to challenge true nobility."Resentment boils deep within Rowan's chest, his omega wolf snarling against his ribs. He doesn't waste his breath. He clenches his scarred fists so tight his knuckles turn chalk-white, the silver chains around his wrists sizzle as they bite deeper into his flesh!Thirty minutes pass in agonizing silence until the heavy reinforced oak doors of the dungeon hall burst open. Gideon Fros

Freya"I will, Father! I will find Lord Alistair!" Lyra’s shrill, terrified shrieks fade into the distance as the iron transport cages rattle away, taking Cassius and Moira straight to the dark dungeons of the Crimson Dominion....The moment the black war-carriage pulls up to the towering gates of the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary, the Blood Physicians rush out with a silver stretcher. They carefully lift Rowan onto the white velvet sheet, quickly cleaning the gushing blood from his forehead and binding his broken legs with glowing healing salves. I stand right beside the stone altar, holding my breath until the lead physician turns to me with a reassuring nod."The omega's core is intact, Lady Freya," the old wolf rumbles softly. "His skin is scorched from the silver chains, but the blood-loss has been stabilized. He needs rest, nothing more."A long, heavy breath escapes my lungs, my omega wolf finally settling down inside my chest. Relief floods through every vein in my body.As we s

Freya"Apologize?" I ask, my eyebrow lifting slightly as I stare back at Lady Serilda across the stone table.Lady Serilda nods, her royal posture tight with regret. "At that time, my mind was consumed with panic for young Caelan. I lashed out at you—an outsider to our royal court—without a single shred of true evidence. It was cruel and unjust. I never could have imagined that the serpent slipping nightshade into my grandson's bowl was actually a member of my own inner circle!"A heavy sigh escapes her chest, her dark silk robes rustling as her shoulders slump. She had treated Kaia Silverhowl as her sworn blood-sister for decades, only for the traitor to scheme against the royal heir.I tilt my head, my dark brow furrowing in confusion. "A member of your own inner circle?""Miss Pretty Lady, it was Lady Kaia who tried to poison my soul!" Caelan's bright voice cuts into our conversation. The tiny wolf pup scampers into the garden courtyard carrying a carved wooden puzzle, his golden e

Beside Lyra, the law-speaker Lazarus Viremont narrowed his dark eyes, reading the frantic fury written across her face. He knew she would never crawl through the mud to seek peace with an omega."Miss Lyra, if you refuse the blood-pardon route, we must construct an alternate strategy," Lazarus advised, his tone dipping into a low, cautious rumble. "You could petition High Lord Octavian Nightbane or appeal directly to the Nightbane Crimson Dominion to drop the charges against Lord Cassius. The Nightbane family holds ultimate judicial power across Nightfall Haven. If High Alpha Lucien signs an order of clemency, the Royal Sentinels will release your father instantly. None of our local pack officers have the authority to challenge the royal bloodline."Lyra’s expression darkened into a deeper, uglier scowl, her claws dragging against the polished oak desk. "Appeal to House Nightbane? If I had direct access to High Alpha Lucien, do you think I would be standing in this room talking to a b