All Chapters of OBSESSED With The PLUS-SIZE LUNA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The Bloodline They Tried to Bury

Alfredo's POV"Three hours outside the territory and she went alone."Fred didn't answer that. There wasn't much to add.Mabella was quiet in the back with the paper in her lap. I could see her face in the side mirror when the road lights caught it. Not scared. Just somewhere inside herself, turning something over.I left her to it."She planned it," Mabella murmured eventually. Not really to us. "The timing, the note, making sure Dera would pass it on. She didn't just bolt." A pause. "Annabella doesn't do anything without thinking it through first.""Doesn't make it less reckless," Fred muttered."No," Mabella agreed. "But it makes it deliberate. There's a difference.""Is there," Fred said, not quite a question."Yes," Mabella told him. "Reckless is not caring about the consequences. Deliberate means you weighed them and decided anyway." A pause. "She decided this mattered more than the risk. That's not reckless. That's just a decision I didn't get to be part of."Fred was quiet aft

The Heir They Could Never Break

Mabella's POV"Tell me what the Ashborne line actually means for me right now," I said before Rosalind had even fully sat down. "Not the history. What does it means today."Rosalind looked at me across the table."It means every healer who examined you was looking in the wrong place," she said. "They were treating you like a standard she-wolf with an unusual condition." A pause. "You are not a standard she-wolf.""Then what am I," I said."The Ashborne bloodline produces wolves larger, stronger, and more instinctively dominant than any standard Alpha line," Rosalind said. "It has been dormant for three generations. Your mother was the last carrier and she didn't manifest fully because the line skips." She held my gaze. "It doesn't skip in you."Annabella was very still across the table.Alfredo beside me hadn't moved."My mother knew this," I said slowly."She came to me six months before she died," Rosalind told me. "She had been feeling it for years. The pull in her blood. The knowl

The Man Who Kept Her Sleeping

Alfredo's POV"She's asleep."Fred said it low and I checked the mirror. Rosalind had her head against the window, hands folded in her lap, the twenty years of waiting finally finished with her for the night.Mabella was in the front with the journal and she hadn't opened it once since we left the house. Just kept her fingers on the cover like she was checking it was still there."You know you can read it," I told her."I know." She looked down at it. "I just keep thinking what if I open it and something's missing. What if twenty years of her keeping this thing safe and hiding and waiting and it's still not enough." She shook her head slightly. "Stupid.""Not stupid," I said."A little stupid," she said."Maybe a little," I said.She almost smiled.Annabella was in the second vehicle behind us. She'd tried to get into ours and Fred had looked at her with a particular expression and she'd gotten into the second one without further discussion and I had stayed completely out of it becaus

They Chose the Wrong Girl to Fear

Mabella's POV"He's in the east guest quarters."Fred said it quietly from the doorway of the war room where Alfredo had spread Rosalind's journal across the table and was going through it page by page with the focused stillness of a man who needed to do something with his hands while his head caught up with everything the night had given him.I was beside him, reading over his shoulder, and every page was worse than the last in the particular way that things are worse when they confirm what you already knew but hadn't yet seen written down by someone who was there."East guest quarters," Alfredo said without looking up. "Why is he in the guest quarters and not his usual rooms?""He moved six months ago," Fred said. "Said his usual rooms were too far from the healer's supply corridor. Said it at his age the distance was inconvenient." A pause. "The east guest quarters are directly above the passage that connects to the Luna quarters."Alfredo looked up from the journal.Fred looked ba

The Child They Poisoned Returned

Mabella's POVThe footsteps stopped.One. Two. Three seconds of nothing.Then they started again, slower, going down through the passage Fred had mentioned twenty minutes ago in the war room, the one that connected directly beneath the Luna quarters.I was off the bed before I'd decided to be.Grabbed the journal. Opened the door. The passage entrance at the far end of the corridor was slightly open, just enough to matter, and I went through it and down the steps into a service corridor that smelled of old stone and cold air and hadn't been properly used in years.Footsteps ahead. Not hurrying. Like someone who knew exactly where they were going and wasn't afraid of being followed.I followed.The corridor turned and opened into a small room. Low ceiling. Stone walls. One lamp was burning on a table and two chairs were pulled up to it.Caspian in one.Elmira in the other.She looked up when I walked in and her face moved through something fast.He didn't look up at all."I wondered ho

The Truth They Buried Walked In

Mabella’s POV"Everyone’s in place."Fred leaned in the doorway, looking sharp, steady, and way too awake for a guy running on just two hours of sleep. You’d never know he was exhausted...he was the type who’d never mention it anyway.I’d been up, dressed, for a while. My journal sat right there on the table, next to a mug of tea I kept staring at but never touched.Across the room, Alfredo stood at the window, motionless, hands deep in his pockets. He’d been there for twenty minutes, watching the pack gather outside. I let him be. Sometimes people have to face things in silence before they can talk about them."How many showed up?" I asked Fred."Everyone," he replied. "If they could walk, they’re here.”Alfredo turned, finally. “Elder Bowen spoke to me before sunrise.”“What about?” I asked.He kept his voice flat and controlled. “To warn me. Three current council members have known about the Ashborne files for years. Not the formula. Not what happened to you. Just that something ex

The Truth Was Bigger Than Blood

Mabella's POV"Stella Argent didn’t die from a fever.”Rosalind’s voice carried through the hall...steady, unshaken. The words hit like a dropped glass, sharp and final. You felt the air change. No one spoke. No one moved.“She was poisoned,” Rosalind went on. “It wasn’t fast. It took months. The poison was mixed into her food and water...somebody inside her home, someone who knew exactly what they were doing, did this.” She pulled open her journal to a marked page and held it up for everyone to see. “I found proof of this compound in her blood six weeks before she died. I recognized it and I understood the damage it would cause.” A beat. “I also knew who had both the skill and the access to do it.”You could have dropped a pin, and everyone would have heard.“I was threatened,” she said, no theatrics, just laying it down. “Nobody screamed or waved a weapon. Just a quiet talk in a hallway one night. I understood right away what would happen if I pushed any further.” She scanned the cr

The Truth That Changed Our Bond Forever

Mabella's POV“Collins Argent is not your father.”Those words just hung there, thickening the air in the hall until it felt like nobody could move, and nobody dared to breathe. I stood at the front, facing Caspian, my heart dropping and my certainty tearing itself apart under my feet.“That’s a lie,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t even flinch. Caspian didn’t need to thunder or shout; he just stood there between his two warriors, calm and locked in on me. “Is it? Ask yourself why Phebian hated you so fiercely. Not just as a rival’s child. Not just another obstacle.” He let that sit for a second. “Ask why your mother was so desperate to arrange your betrothal. Why didn’t she just talk to Rosalind about your bloodline, but about who your parents actually were?”I glanced at Rosalind.She barely moved.“Rosalind,” I called.She looked back at me, and somehow her face told me everything before she even spoke.“Sit down, Mabella,” she said softly.“Tell me,” I pushed.S

When the Guilty Finally Stood Up

Elmira's POV"State your name for the council.”Elder Bowen’s voice echoed through the hall ... sharp but measured, pen hovering above his notepad, his expression impossible to read. I stood at the front, hands folded, feeling the pressure of ten thousand silent eyes burning into my back. My heart pounded, uneven and a little wild, drowning out the hush behind me.“Elmira,” I said, letting my name fall flat and unadorned into the space between us. “Just Elmira. I don’t have a family name registered in this pack.”Elder Bowen didn’t blink. “How long have you served in the Crest pack household?”“Seven years,” I answered, my voice steady, even though I didn’t feel steady at all.“And in what capacity?”“Handmaid. At first, I worked with the household staff rotation. Later, I was assigned... assigned to Mabella Argent. Before she became Luna.” I hesitated, tried to pull myself together, and forced the words out. It didn’t really make it any easier.A ripple of whispering rolled from the

She Failed to Kill What My Mother Made

Mabella's POV“My name is Collins Argent,” he said. “Governor of the Southern Province. And I’ve been lying to this pack for twenty-six years.”No one moved.Collins stood at the front of the hall, arms loose at his sides. There was nothing staged on his face...just the worn-out look of someone who’d carried a secret far too long and had finally decided to let it go.“Stella came to me when she had nothing,” he started. “She was alone, expecting a child, and needed protection. I gave it to her.” He hesitated. “I told myself it was kindness. I believed that lie for years.” He dropped his eyes for a second. “Truth is, it was an arrangement that benefited me. I got a household. I looked like a man with a family. And Stella got safety for her daughter.” His gaze lifted. “It wasn’t love. Not for either of us. It was just survival.”The whole hall felt like it was holding its breath.“When Stella died, I knew what Phebian had done,” he went on. “Not right away. I didn’t have proof, not then

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