All Chapters of HE CALLED HER PLUMP, NOW HE’LL BEG TO KEEP HER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Evana“Breathe out, Luna.”I let the air go slow, and Rosalind pulled the zipper another inch. It stopped hard against my ribs and refused to move further, the seam pulling tight enough that I could feel my own pulse against the fabric.“It won’t close,” I said.“It has to close.” Rosalind didn’t look up from the zipper. She never looked up when she was working, thirty years serving this house had taught her that eye contact with a Luna wasn’t owed unless it was asked for. “The Alpha ordered this dress for tonight. There is no second option.”“Then loosen the seam.”“I was not given permission to alter the Alpha’s order.”“You have my permission. I’m standing in it.”She hesitated, needle already between her fingers, waiting on a word that outranked mine. That was the real chain of command in this house, and we both knew it. My permission meant nothing until someone with Arthur’s blood confirmed it.“Rosalind.” I kept my voice even. “Let the seam out at the side. An inch, maybe l

POV: Evana The air inside the Alpha’s sanctuary was suffocating, heavy with the scent of crushed pine, dried blood, and the overwhelming pressure of Arthur’s aura. It was a room carved into the stone foundation of the pack house, lined with weapons, ancient maps, and massive oak timbers. Everything in it was designed to enforce submission, reminding anyone who entered that they were standing in the heart of the Bloodmoon territory. I kept my chin held high and my spine rigid, refusing to let my hands tremble as I stood near the hearth. I dug my nails into the palms of my hands, using the small prick of pain to keep my wolf quiet and my human body grounded. "You think you can just walk away from this bond?" Arthur’s voice cut through the silence. It was smooth, deceptively calm, but the dangerous command of an Alpha ran beneath every syllable. He didn't look up immediately. He was examining a map of our eastern borders, tracing the territory lines where rogue attacks had been esc

POV: Evana Something was wrong. I knew it. I just didn’t know what. Ever since Arthur took that book, the whole house had started hiding things from me. Conversations stopped when I walked into a room. Any mention of the old Alpha and people suddenly remembered somewhere else they needed to be. I decided to ask someone who’d actually known him. I found an older servant in the kitchen, arranging cups on a tray. “Can I ask you something?” She was startled. “Of course, Luna.” “What was Arthur’s father like?” The cup slipped out of her hand and shattered on the floor. She went white. “I’m sorry,” she said, already crouching to gather the pieces. I crouched with her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” She grabbed my wrist, tight, urgent. “You shouldn’t ask about the late Alpha.” “Why not?” Her eyes flicked to the doorway. “Because some answers are dangerous.” She left before I could stop her. I stayed on the floor for a moment, holding a piece of broken porcelain, wondering

POV: EvanaI’d never seen the old woman before.She lived past the eastern boundary, where the trees grew close together and patrols rarely bothered walking that far.I’d only gone there because I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one looked at me like a problem still waiting to be solved.The forest was peaceful.Until her voice cut through it.“You shouldn’t be here.”I turned.An old woman stood between the trees, she had silver hair loose around her shoulders, leaning heavily on a wooden staff.I stayed cautious. “I’m sorry.”She stared at me. Her eyes went wide.“You.”“Do I know you?”She stepped closer, surprise sliding into something that looked almost like recognition.“Moon-Blood.”A chill went straight through me.“What did you call me?”Her face went pale. “You’re alive.”I stepped toward her. “What does that mean?”“Nothing. You need to leave.”“No.”Her grip tightened on the staff. “You don’t understand.”“Then explain it to me.”She studied my face a long moment.“Yo

POV: EvanaThe woman was crying before I ever saw her.Soft sobs, echoing through a room too dark to place. I stood in a doorway I hadn’t chosen, unable to move, unable to speak, with no memory of how I’d gotten there.Then I saw him.Arthur’s father. The late Alpha, standing beside a heavy desk, his face set in a seriousness I recognized without knowing why. A woman stood across from him, someone I’d never seen before, her fear plain even in the half-light.“You don’t understand,” she whispered.“I understand perfectly,” he said.“They’ll find her.”“Not if we protect her.”She shook her head, desperate. “The council will kill her if they learn what she is.”My heart slammed against my ribs. Who were they talking about?Then he said something that froze the whole dream around me.“The Moon-Blood must never be discovered.”I gasped, and the sound seemed to carry, the woman’s eyes snapped toward the doorway, toward me, wide with sudden terror.“You promised.”“I did.”“What about the g