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“Do not wake Eloise up,” Rowan whispered.
“Get your clothes on quick. I’ll take you back to your pack now.” “Are you scared she’ll see us?” Meredith laughed softly. “She drank too much moon-wine tonight anyway. You’re marrying her tomorrow at the Moon Goddess Bond Hall.” “Shh, keep it down,” Rowan hissed. “She’s right outside on the couch.” “Eloise is just a big, fat human,” Meredith said cruelly. “She needs to give up on you. My belly is growing—our baby needs to be the next pack leader.” My heart shattered. I stood frozen outside the bedroom door, hands trembling. I had given my best songs in the Silverhowl Bard Guild to Meredith because Rowan asked me to. I helped her rise to stardom. And this was how they repaid me. “I love you, Rowan,” Meredith purred. “I love you too,” he replied without hesitation. They walked out together, never noticing me hidden behind the large chair. From the window, I watched them hug by the car, their bodies pressed close. Tears streamed down my face.The next morning, I put on my wedding dress and drove my small car to the Moon Goddess Bond Hall. I no longer wanted to marry him. I just wanted to see how far his lies would go.
I waited for over an hour. The sun climbed high. Rowan never showed. My phone rang. “Eloise, Meredith was in a huge car crash,” Rowan said urgently. “I have to stay with her at the pack hospital. We’ll sign the mate papers another day.” “Is she okay?” I asked quietly. “She needs me right now. Just go home.” He hung up. He thought I was stupid. He cared more about his secret pregnant wolf lover than our wedding day. I was glad I knew the truth. I would never marry that lying wolf. I turned to leave when a giant black truck roared to a stop. A very tall, powerfully built man stepped out. He removed his dark glasses, revealing sharp, commanding features. He looked like a king—huge, strong, and radiating an aura that made the air feel heavy. I recognized him instantly. Lucan Ashcroft. Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. “Lord Lucan, we still cannot find Evelina Ashenvale,” Beta Corwin said nervously. “Should we retrieve her?” “No,” Lucan replied coldly. “I do not wait for a woman who is late to her own wedding.” “But High Alpha Osric said you must marry today,” Corwin pressed. “If you don’t, you lose the pack lands.” “Find me a girl right now,” Lucan ordered. “I have twenty minutes. Get any female star from the guild.” “Right now, sir?” “Yes. Now.” My eyes widened. Lucan needed a bride immediately. Rowan had thrown me away. Meredith thought I was worthless because I was a plus-size human. I wanted them to regret this forever. I wanted a strong man by my side. Heart pounding, I walked straight up to the towering Alpha. “Lord Lucan,” I said boldly, “you need a bride today. Look at me. Choose me instead.” Lucan stopped. He looked down at me—really looked. His dark eyes slowly traced my face, then my full figure. He didn’t say yes. He didn’t say no. The silence stretched. He was terrifyingly intense. I held my breath, refusing to back down. This impulsive decision might save me… or destroy me completely.Eloise Hollowmere POV"Pack your traveling furs quickly, Julia, our paws must reach the airstrip before the sun breaches the western canopy," Elowyn commands, her tail twitching with intense energy as she slides into the front seat of the carriage.Julia stands completely frozen on the stone pathway, her eyes widening to the size of full moons as she stares at the massive, glowing architecture of the Ashcroft Silverclaw Citadel. "My ears heard whispers that Eloise was the true human princess of the Hollowmere Moonfang Pack, possessing immense territory holdings, but my wolf never imagined her bedding furs were nestled inside such a royal sanctuary...""Cease your staring and remain inside the carriage cabin," Elowyn interrupts, tossing a leather pack onto the seat. "Eloise demands my assistance to haul her sacred performance garments down the citadel steps. If the royal perimeter guards detect an empty vehicle hovering near the alpha's private gates, their fangs will issue lethal quer
Eloise Hollowmere POV"The upcoming winter broadcast exists solely to elevate my fertile womb above your human skin, Eloise," Meredith Thornvale purrs, her thin shoulders dropping into a relaxed slouch as she flaunts her scent. "Alpha Rowan's claws have structured this entirely to guarantee my ascension to the throne, while your heavy body serves as our footstool.""Your pathetic pack logic fails to stimulate my brain," I reply, my voice slicing through the thick tension of the assembly hall like silver through flesh."Eloise!" Rowan roars, slamming his fist onto the stone table. "My muzzle commands your absolute submission to the schedule. You will perform exactly as my bards dictate to ensure Meredith captures the supreme adoration of the territory. Your human skin is merely a tool for our expansion.""I reject your script completely," I breathe, my eyes narrowing as my thick thighs shift under my velvet dress. "My presence was forced into this ritual trial by your pathetic blackmai
Eloise Hollowmere POV"Your alpha jaw barks loud, Rowan, but this slave covenant your pack structured winters ago violates the ancient laws of the High Council," Elowyn snarls, slamming her claws onto his oak desk. "Our lineage has suffered enough extraction inside your territory, so we demand your scribes—""To issue a public blood-apology to Eloise?" Rowan interrupts, his lips curling into a smug, mocking grin as he tilts his chin up. "Sure, my muzzle can execute that small ritual."Standing near the threshold of the alpha's den, my human ears harvest his words. The overwhelming, toxic confidence radiating from his fur makes my full waist tighten with absolute disgust."My heat will never abandon Meredith Thornvale," Rowan sneers, his yellow pupils locking onto my plus-size frame as I step deeper into the shadows of the room. "My breeding bond with Eloise is dead. From this sunrise forward, our veins are tied strictly by territory trade. Whether her human contract is fair or malicio
Eloise Hollowmere POV"Are your paws truly ready to bow your alpha crown before that fat human breeder, Rowan?" Meredith Thornvale snarls, her yellow wolf eyes widening to the size of full moons as she grips the edge of the leather furs, her scent spiking with absolute panic. "My ears never expected your beast to crawl back to her feet so easily!"Rowan Blackthorn flashes her a warnings-only glare from his desk, flashing his fangs to keep her muzzle quiet until the communication stone deactivates."Do your pathetic ears truly believe my human flesh will slide back into your den, Rowan?" I hiss back through the magical link, my voice dropping to a freezing, unbothered rhythm that echoes inside his skull. "Your wolf never felt a single ounce of affection for my skin. Every boundary your pack crossed was designed to feed your own resources. The devastation of the Silverhowl Bard Guild tonight wasn't bred by my hands; your own cheating heat with Meredith dug this grave."My raw words stri
Eloise Hollowmere POV"Why is your scent dragging into my den, Meredith?" Rowan grunts, rubbing his temples as his yellow pupils flare with raw irritation. "Didn't my muzzle command your skin to rest inside the nesting furs while your belly carries my pup?"Meredith slips her thin, trembling body onto the leather sofa, her claws digging into the cushions as she fights the sour scent of her own anxiety. "My heart is screaming with worry for your position, Alpha. Eloise's human mouth is systematically destroying our territory’s trading name, completely spitting on the seasons she shared your bedding. Her cold calculation is a direct insult to your dominant pride."She arches her back, pressing her small breasts against his muscular arm as her scent turns sweet and pleading.Rowan lets out a long, ragged sigh, his thick fingers tangling in his hair. "My beast never expected that heavy human to strike with such savage brutality. Her lips have completely shattered my pack authority. In all
Eloise Hollowmere POV"Speak into the magic array, Lord Rowan, is the human female exposing the true rot of your guild?" the Star Arm Herald snarhes, shoving a glowing recording crystal directly into his pale muzzle before he can finish snarling at my face.Rowan’s claws freeze, his grip slipping off my heavy human arm as the flashing light blinds his vision. Before his tongue can spin a single blood-lie to protect his territory, my voluptuous curves step directly into the center of the broadcast line."The script for my ritual comeback is currently being carved by the masters," I declare, my voice ringing with absolute dominance that suffocates the plaza. "However, Alpha Rowan prefers to keep my return hidden from the high packs. As the territory is well aware, his private bedding furs have suffered some highly embarrassing scandals under the current moon, and my lips are too noble to whisper the explicit details. I simply want the northern packs to understand that although my blood







