All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Freya AshwolfThe stench of burnt ozone and iron clings to my tongue, but it is the raw, unhinged threat from the rogue blood hunter that makes my wolf thrash against my bruised ribs."If it were not for your tyrannical decree, High Lord Lucien, my pack traders would never have severed ties with my merchant line!" Lionel shrieks, his teeth coated in dark blood as the royal sentinels pin his limbs to the splintered wood floor of the mountain shelter. "My mate left my den for a rival warrior! My enterprise was cast into total ruin! My mother starved in the wilderness because I lacked the silver to buy healing herbs from the elders! The filthy scavengers at the border treat me like trash! Do you have any idea what it feels like to fall from grace? No! Because you sit high upon your throne in the Nightbane Crimson Citadel, destroying lives with a single roar! You ruined my bloodline! I will have my vengeance!"Lucien Nightbane does not even blink. He stands over the groaning rogue, his to

Freya AshwolfMy maiden performance as assistant concertmaster was supposed to be my triumph, but the rogue's iron club stole the stage from under my feet. The Blood Physicians made it painfully clear that my recovery would span months, if not years, destroying my chances to lead the Moonfang ceremonial performance. My spot in the front row will be filled by someone else before my blood even settles, and once another wolf claims that lead chair, regaining my rank in the Ashwolf Moon Dominion will be impossible. My grandest ambitions of bringing honor back to my bloodline are slipping away into the fog.I kept a stoic face while Rowan was in the room because I refused to crush his spirit with my despair, but the second the heavy iron door shut and I was left alone, the truth crushed me. Tears burned hot against my dark skin. I clamped my teeth down on the edge of the silk pillow, smothering my broken sobs so I would not wake the young heir sleeping on the adjacent furs. I shifted my we

Freya Ashwolf"Father!" Caelan chirps, rushing forward with a broad smile to wrap his small arms tightly around Lucien's muscular thigh.I stare at the High Alpha in absolute disbelief as he looms in the stone doorway of my sanctuary chamber. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my omega wolf stirs beneath my skin, hyper-aware of his dominating presence. "High Lord Lucien... I am resting fine. You did not need to make a special journey from the Nightbane Crimson Citadel just to check on my wounds."Lucien does not answer immediately. His sharp, golden eyes sweep over my pale face, ignoring my feeble protest entirely. He steps inside, setting a heavy leather satchel filled with rare, imported blood-plums and enchanted meats onto the wooden table. "What do you intend to eat?"His dismissive tone catches me off guard, leaving me floating in a strange mix of helplessness and irritation. "I have no appetite, High Lord.""That is unacceptable," Caelan says, puffing out his small chest as h

Freya AshwolfSitting propped against the rough stone headboard, I listen as Gideon Frostclaw outlines the fate of the rogue blood hunters, my stomach twisting into tight knots. Lionel is a traitor and a savage. He dragged helpless pups into his violent schemes, got caught in the dark timberlands, and now begs the High Lord for mercy as if his hands are clean.Although I do not regret taking that iron club across my shoulder to shield little Caelan, the dark reality of my injury hangs over my soul like a death shroud.My right shoulder blade is cracked. The Blood Physicians made it clear: if the bone does not knit perfectly under the moon, my right arm will lose its power. I am an omega whose entire worth in the Ashwolf Moon Dominion was built on playing the ceremonial silver violin. Without my arm, I cannot perform under the full moon. My future, once bright and clear, has dissolved into cold, suffocating shadows.If my wolf heals me, I might hold the instrument again. But what if th

Freya AshwolfAs Selah Frostfang watched Lady Serilda’s royal carriage disappear into the mist surrounding Nightfall Haven, her dark lips twitched into a cruel, triumphant sneer.The icy female had spent weeks plotting ways to drive the wretched omega out of the High Lord’s sight, but the moon goddess had delivered the victory directly into her hands. Before Selah could even spread her poison, Freya Ashwolf had surrendered her position and walked away from House Nightbane.Selah knew all about the rogue ambush near the Blood Moon Gardens. She had originally planned to stage her own rescue of little Caelan to earn Lucien’s favor, but the black-skinned omega had thrown herself in front of the rogue claws instead. Now, Freya was battered, broken, and stripped of her ability to play the ceremonial violin. She had fled back to her dilapidated den in the lower Ashwolf territory without touching a single coin of the royal family’s platinum.To Selah, this was the ultimate gift. The path to b