All Chapters of HE CALLED HER PLUMP, NOW HE’LL BEG TO KEEP HER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: EVANA“If I weren’t Moon-Blood, would you still want me?”The question hung between us.Arthur stared at me as though I had asked him something impossible.His mother shifted uncomfortably behind him, while his Beta remained silent.I waited.I wasn’t asking about politics.I wasn’t asking about the council.I wasn’t asking about Crystal Moon.I was asking about myself.Just Evana.The woman he married.The woman whose body he had once looked at with disappointment.The plump woman he had made feel like she had somehow cheated fate by becoming his mate.“Answer me, Arthur.”His jaw tightened.“Yes.”The answer came too slowly.My heart sank.“You hesitated.”“I was thinking.”“You were thinking about whether you could lie convincingly.”His eyes widened.“That isn’t fair.”I laughed bitterly.“Fair?”I wiped the tear that had escaped down my cheek.“Do you know how many times I asked myself that question while I was married to you?”Arthur stepped closer.“Evana…”“Did you love m

POV: EVANAThe air inside my mother’s sanctuary smelled faintly of dried sage, crushed lavender, and the deep, heavy scent of old earth. Outside, the winds of Black Ridge blew cold across the jagged mountain peaks, but inside these ancient stone walls, the heat was suffocating. It wasn't because of the hearth fire snapping near the corner, but because of the truth sitting heavily between my mother and me.I paced the rug, my boots clicking rhythmically against the stone floor. My pulse hammered against my throat, an erratic beat that mirrored the chaotic swirl of power inside my chest."Pacing will not settle the tide in your blood, Evana," my mother said softly. She sat behind a dark oak desk, her fingers tracing the faded leather binding of an old ledger. Her silver eyes, so like my own, glowed faintly in the firelight, carrying the weight of centuries of hidden history. "You are fighting against your own nature because you are trying to analyze a bond through a lens of fear.""I am

POV: EVANA The lanterns strung across the village square flared like floating embers against the night sky, casting a warm, golden radiance across the cobbles. Music tumbled through the air, a vibrant rhythm driven by wooden drums and soaring flutes, and for the first time in months, the air in my lungs felt light.I stood at the edge of the square beside Darius, watching the villagers of Black Ridge celebrate the festival of the harvest. What captivated me wasn't just the music or the laughter, but the women moving freely through the crowd.They wore vibrant, fitted tunics, open-backed dresses, and wrapped silks that hugged every curve of their hips, waists, and thighs. A group of women near the center of the ring spun in a circle, laughing aloud. One of them, a gorgeous woman with broad hips, soft arms, and a full waist, danced with an uninhibited, radiant confidence that left me breathless. No one stared. No one whispered behind their hands. No one cast pitying or critical glances

POV: EVANA The thunder rolled low over the jagged peaks of Black Ridge, shaking the heavy glass panes of the library. Outside, the night was pitch-black, swallowed whole by an impending storm. But inside, it was the abrupt burst of the heavy double doors that shattered the quiet.Darius stepped into the room, his long dark coat damp with rain, his expression grimmer than I had ever seen it. Behind him, two of his elite border guards stood at rigid attention."Evana," Darius said, his voice clipped and urgent. "Pack a single bag. We are leaving within ten minutes."A sharp spark of anger flared in my chest, instantly burning away the lingering warmth from the village festival. I stood up from the armchair, setting my book down with a heavy thud on the side table."Excuse me?" I asked, my voice dangerously soft. "What do you mean, we are leaving?""My border scouts just intercepted a coded transmission from the High Council," Darius explained, taking swift strides toward me. His dark e

POV: EVANA The mountain wind howled through the narrow mountain pass, whipping my heavy emerald cloak around my legs as I sat atop my white mare. Below us, in the mud and rain of the borderlands, Arthur looked like a shadow of the Alpha who had once commanded my entire world. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, his heavy coat soaked through, and his eyes, usually so cold, piercing, and detached, were raw with an agony I had never seen in him before. I dismounted slowly, my boots landing softly in the slushy earth. Darius made no move to stop me, nor did he offer to come between us. He pulled his stallion back several paces, giving me the floor, giving me the space I had been denied for years. He stood as a silent shield, present if I needed him, but entirely respectful of my right to fight my own battles. Arthur took three rapid steps toward me, his hands reaching out instinctively before he froze, catching himself. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, as if the words h