All Chapters of HE CALLED HER PLUMP, NOW HE’LL BEG TO KEEP HER: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: ARTHUR The silence in the pack house was louder than any battle horn.It wasn't just a quiet room or an empty hallway; it was a heavy, suffocating mass that seemed to press down on my chest with every breath I took. I stood in the doorway of my study, staring at the empty space beside the window where Evana used to sit during those long, awkward evenings when we still pretended our marriage was just a political contract. Back then, I had resented her presence. I had found her quietness unnerving, her soft curves an inconvenience, her very existence an unwanted reminder of my father's final, cryptic demands.Now, that empty corner felt like a gaping wound in the foundation of the house.A sudden, sharp knock at the door broke the stillness, but before I could answer, the door swung open. My mother walked in, her velvet skirts sweeping violently over the rug. Her face was drawn tight, her eyes rimmed with red, a rare flicker of raw panic breaking through her usually pristine facad

POV: ARTHUR The heavy oak doors of the great hall swung open, echoing through the vast, quiet space.Inside sat the senior elders of Crystal Moon, flanked by the noble matrons who had dictated pack culture for generations. They were gathered around the long table for the seasonal assessment, a tradition where young unmated she-wolves were evaluated for match potential based on political standing, lineage, and physical symmetry.I walked to the head of the table, my heavy coat sweeping behind me. I didn't sit down."Cancel the proceedings," I said, my voice carrying a quiet, absolute weight that cut through the room like a blade.Elder Marlowe frowned, setting his ledger down. "Alpha Arthur? The families have traveled from the outer borders. The traditional evaluations,""The traditional evaluations end today," I interrupted, leaning my hands flat against the mahogany table. "From this moment forward, Crystal Moon will no longer evaluate women like livestock. There will be no measurem

POV: ARTHUR The rain had returned to Crystal Moon, tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the tall glass windows of my study. I stood at the edge of the room, staring out into the misty courtyard where guards were running drills. They were moving better now, sharper, more synchronized, relying on blood, sweat, and raw discipline rather than the effortless supernatural buffer we had lost.We were adapting. The pack was surviving. But inside these heavy stone walls, the house still felt dead.A light knock echoed through the room. Corwin stepped inside, his leather armor damp, carrying a thick dispatch folder stamped with the seal of our intelligence network in the northern valleys. He closed the door behind him and hesitated near the edge of the rug."You don't have to stand on ceremony, Corwin," I murmured without turning around. "Just read it.""It’s a detailed report on the Black Ridge administrative changes," Corwin said, pulling a long parchment from the folder. "Our scouts in the

POV: ARTHURThe crystal tumbler shattered against the far stone wall, sending sharp shards and amber liquid spraying across the tapestries.Inside my chest, my wolf was clawing violently at my ribs, his lethal, golden aura flaring so hot that the candles on my desk flickered and died. A low, guttural growl vibrated through my throat, a terrifying, primal sound that echoed off the high rafters of the great hall.Slay him, the beast inside roared, flooding my veins with a burning, blinding rage. Border, breach, tear, claim, mine, MINE!"Arthur, calm down!" Corwin shouted, stepping into a defensive stance near the heavy oak door, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. The air in the room was thick with static, my Alpha pressure expanding until the heavy timber beam ceiling groaned under the force of my magic."Say it again," I bit out, my voice so deep and distorted by the beast that it barely sounded human. I leaned over my desk, my knuckles turning white, the thick wood cracking be

POV: ARTHUR The High Council chamber was packed to absolute capacity, the air thick with tension, murmurs, and the bitter scent of anxious Alpha aura.Elders sat on elevated tiers of stone, their robes swept around them, while high-ranking pack officers lined the perimeter. News of my summons had spread quickly across the central territory. Everyone expected a call to arms—a formal declaration of war against Black Ridge to reclaim the Moon-Blood line that had slipped through our fingers.I walked to the center of the marble dais, wearing simple black leather armor. No ceremonial cape, no ancestral gold medallions, and no guards at my back.Beta Corwin stepped to the side, his expression unreadable, though his posture remained rigid as he watched the crowd."Elders of Crystal Moon," I began, my voice striking the stone pillars and echoing into the dead silence of the hall. "I have called this assembly to address the matter of Lady Evana and our northern borders."Elder Lucian leaned f