All Chapters of Too Late, Prince! I’m No Longer Your Chubby Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LYDIA POV “I, Patrick Silversson, reject you, Lydia Blackthorn, as my mate and Luna.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I stared at him, frozen, as the mate bond—the bond that had just slammed into my chest only moments ago, ripped apart. Pain exploded behind my ribs so violently I gasped. My knees buckled. Tears burned my eyes before I could stop them. “Why?” The word tore out of me, raw and broken. “You don’t even know me. You looked at me for three seconds and decided I was nothing. Why would you do that?” Patrick’s eyes stayed cold. He didn’t flinch at the tears spilling down my face. He didn’t look sorry. He looked bored, almost irritated that I had spoken at all. “Because the Moon Goddess made a mistake, and I will correct that mistake,” he said, loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “I reject you, fatass. Stay away from me.” Laughter erupted around us like a living thing. It started near the front and spread outward in waves—cruel, delighted, unrestrained. Ran

LYDIA POVI ran until my legs threatened to give out completely.Every step sent a sharp, sickening pain up my twisted ankle. The cuts on my palms burned. My scalp still throbbed where the shears had torn through my hair. Branches slapped my face and arms as I forced my way deeper into the forest, but I didn’t stop. Behind me, the first angry voices of my father’s guards were already entering the trees.“Spread out! She can’t have gone far!”“Check the eastern ravine — the minister is expecting her at dawn!”“If she’s damaged, your heads will roll with hers!”Their words cut through the night louder than any howl. They weren’t searching for a missing daughter. They were hunting property that had escaped.I bit down on a sob and pushed harder. Tears mixed with sweat on my face. The black dress I had worn to the celebration was torn and filthy, hanging off me in ruined pieces. The uneven ends of my hair brushed against my neck with every movement, a constant, humiliating reminder of wha

LYDIA POV The carriage moved fast through the night.I sat opposite Adrian, still weak from the poison, my side burning with every shallow breath. The black lines under my skin had faded a little, but the sickness lingered in my blood like a low, constant fire. My roughly cut hair brushed against my neck whenever the wheels hit a rough patch of road. I kept my eyes on the floor most of the time. Looking at him felt dangerous in a different way than looking at Patrick ever had.He had walked into that banquet hall as a complete unknown. He had bought me in front of everyone without raising his voice. Only after the deal was sealed had he revealed himself as the Alpha of Stormfang. The memory of the room’s sudden silence still sat heavy in my chest.I did not know what to do with any of it.“We cross the border before dawn,” Adrian said after a long silence. His voice was calm, practical, as if he were discussing the weather instead of removing me from the only territory I had ever kno

LYDIA POVThe phantom ache of a broken mate bond is a quiet, rotting thing. It sits behind your ribs like a phantom limb, constantly pulsing with the memory of something that was torn away.I woke up three days after collapsing in the courtyard. The poison from the shadow-blade had finally been drawn out of my side, leaving a long, pale scar across my ribs. My hair was still short, uneven, and ragged—a jagged reminder of Seraphina’s shears and my parents’ cold hands—but I was alive. I was in Stormfang. And for the first time in my twenty-one years, I had a room of my own with a heavy oak door that locked from the inside.Through the tall stone window, the mountain air was crisp and biting. Below, in the training grounds, Stormfang warriors moved with lethal, quiet precision. They didn't laugh at each other. They didn't point.A knock sounded at the door before it opened softly. Adrian stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray with a steaming mug of herbal tea and a freshly folded s

LYDIA POVThe iron gates of Stormfang’s outer courtyard groaned under the weight of a heavy battering ram, followed by the deafening crack of splintering timber."Hold the line!" Commander roared, his voice still raspy from the shadow-toxin I had just drawn from his lungs. "Shields up! Do not draw steel unless Alpha Adrian gives the order!"I stumbled out of the healing hall, leaning heavily on Maya’s shoulder. My head throbbed, my legs felt like lead, and my palms still tingled with the residual warmth of the White Light. Exhaustion pulled at every muscle, but the discovery I had just made—the purple chemical binder floating in the plague toxin—kept my heart hammering against my ribs.My mother’s signature formula. My own bloodline had manufactured the poison that was rotting innocent wolves from the inside out."Lydia, you should be in bed!" Adrian called out, stepping back toward me. His dark green cloak whipped around his tall frame in the cold mountain wind, his gray eyes dark wi