All Chapters of Rejected as the Fat Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Tahlia's POV"You shared sensitive security information with Priya. Why would you trust her specifically, when you barely know her beyond logistics coordination?"Alaric's expression carried genuine shame as he shifted against his pillows, the confession clearly costing him considerable discomfort beyond his physical injury. "Because I wasn't simply sharing logistics information, Tahlia. I was investigating something myself, and Priya seemed positioned to help confirm what I'd already begun suspecting.""Investigating what?""Your father-in-law." Alaric met my eyes directly despite his obvious unease. "I'd grown increasingly concerned about his continued vulnerability, even during recovery. Something about the pattern of attacks against this throne felt too precisely coordinated, too consistently aimed at exploiting exactly the right moments of weakness. I began quietly gathering information, trying to identify whether someone close to the royal family might be providing information t

Tahlia's POV"The wrong family. If not Silver Ridge's royal bloodline, then what other family carries enough weight to warrant this council's current crisis?"I paced the war room's length, turning the mysterious message's implication over again despite hours already spent analyzing every possible interpretation. "Cassian, who else has bloodline significant enough to orchestrate something this sophisticated?""Kael Draven," Cassian said slowly, the realization settling into his expression even as he voiced it. "Northridge blood, considerable resources, and a complicated history with this entire conflict that predates Merek's involvement by years.""You think my own father orchestrated this.""I think we haven't actually ruled him out, despite the truce negotiated following his failed claim on Silver Ridge's throne." Cassian's voice carried careful consideration. "He's remained under loose watch in the northern territory since that agreement, technically cooperative, but we've never fu

Tahlia's POV"I didn't do this. Tahlia, I swear to you, I never altered Corin's orders."Nadia stood before me in the war room, her hands trembling as she stared at the correspondence bearing her signature, genuine horror evident in every line of her expression."The handwriting is yours.""I know how it looks. I know exactly how damning this appears." Her voice cracked with desperation. "But I never wrote this, Tahlia. I never authorized anything beyond the intelligence gathering I've been conducting since my reconciliation with you."I studied her carefully, testing her words against the ability I'd come to trust completely. The familiar wrongness I expected to find, confirmation of deliberate deception, never materialized."You're telling the truth.""Then how?" Her voice broke, confusion and fear mixing visibly. "How is my signature on something I never wrote?""The same way Talon's signature appeared on Aldous's transfer authorization, perhaps," Cassian said slowly, understanding

Tahlia's POV"Your face is posted on every tavern wall between here and the southern border."Cassian dropped a crumpled wanted notice onto the small table of the rented room we'd been sharing for three days, the crude sketch bearing just enough resemblance to be dangerous despite its obvious inaccuracies. "Marrow Vale can't shelter us openly, not without inviting Talon's forces to treat an entire territory as traitors alongside us.""Then we don't stay in territories that can be directly implicated," I said, studying the notice with grim fascination at seeing my own face rendered as criminal threat. "We disappear entirely. Ordinary travelers, nothing more.""You're the most recognizable woman in this kingdom right now," Ronan said. "Moon-blood transformation, Northridge bloodline, formal royal recognition. Disappearing convincingly won't prove simple.""Then we make it simple." I pulled my hair back, studying my reflection in the room's cracked mirror. "Different clothes. No mention

Tahlia's POV"You orchestrated this. The betrayal, the capture, all of it."My voice carried barely controlled fury as my mother studied me with an expression I couldn't fully read, something caught between calculation and genuine weariness."I did." No hesitation, no deflection, simply direct confirmation that somehow made the betrayal considerably more painful than if she'd attempted some elaborate justification first. "Release their hands."The nearest guard hesitated, clearly uncertain given whatever orders had initially guided this operation. "My lady, Prince Talon's instructions specified secure restraint until formal handover...""I said release them. I'm not delivering my daughter to Talon's forces, regardless of whatever payment I apparently promised that opportunistic traveler to secure her capture."The guard complied reluctantly, cutting through the ropes binding my wrists while I stared at my mother with growing, confused disbelief."You don't intend to hand us over.""Of