All Chapters of My Fake Alpha Husband Refused to Let Me Go: Plus Size: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eloise Hollowmere POV"If you are going back to the Moonsong Performance Arena, your human skin needs the best armor the Silverclaw pack can provide," Lucan Ashcroft growls, throwing open the giant oak doors of the chamber.Inside, the stone walls are lined with row after row of heavy silk gowns, thick winter furs, and fine leather riding boots."All of this is for my body?" I gasp, my breath hitching as I run my fingers over the rich, heavy fabrics."Yes," Lucan rumbles, reaching past my thick waist to flick a brass switch.A bright, warm light floods the inner vault, catching the raw fire of hundreds of diamond collars, heavy gold cuffs, and glowing moonstone rings."This entire room has only one mistress, Eloise," he whispers, his hot breath brushing my ear. "It belongs to you."My human heart thuds hard against my ribs at his words. "Thank you, Lucan."He wraps his massive, scarred arm around my shoulders, drawing my plus-size frame tight against his hard chest. "I know your spiri

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Get inside the transport lift, Elowyn," I command, my voice flat and icy as I push past the iron doors of the Silverhowl Performance Hall.Rowan stays glued to his spot in the corridor, his wolf eyes flashing with a mix of confusion and anger. He doesn't even try to follow me, too busy rushing back into his office to lick Meredith Thornvale's wounds. The pathetic alpha genuinely thinks my human heart will just soften and crawl back to his feet like a good little pet.He honestly believes I will always be waiting in his shadow. What his small mind fails to realize is that the weak, weeping Eloise died the moment his scent mixed with another female's fur. I have Lucan Ashcroft's raw, terrifying mark branded onto my soul now; I don't need a stray dog's validation."Eloise, are you truly holding together?" Elowyn asks, her ears twitching as the lift drops down to the lower levels of the guild. She has watched me swallow my pride for Rowan too many times, her wolf in

Eloise Hollowmere POV"I will find an elder scribe in the territory to see if this rare elven weave can be restored to its original state," Elowyn barks, her tail twitching with raw anger as she rushes out of the den with the ruined silk garment.My communication stone vibrates against my palm, glowing with the dark, golden aura of the Alpha King. I press it to my ear, hearing Lucan’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the air. "How is the trial going at the Moonsong Dominion Hall, little queen? Is your human flesh holding up? The wind from the northern mountains is shifting cold; do not let your skin freeze."A small, genuine smile breaks on my lips. "There was a minor dispute with some stray wolves, Lucan, but my human mind can handle it.""Handle it well, then," he rumbles, the line going dead.Back in his private Alpha King's Chamber, Lucan's golden pupils dilate with lethal ice. He shifts his weight at his heavy stone desk, tapping his massive claws against the wood as he glares at

Eloise Hollowmere POV"What do you want, you pathetic stray?" Elowyn snaps the moment she connects her communication stone, her lips pulling back to expose her teeth.If my human flesh were not currently bound by the sacred pack laws of the Silverhowl Bard Guild, she would have crushed the stone under her boot to block his scent entirely."You..." Rowan Blackthorn barks from the other side, his voice thick with suppressed alpha dominance. "Is Eloise still participating in the arena trials? Or has her human skin crawled back to her cave?""Of course my Eloise is dedicated to the Moon Mother's work," Elowyn sneers, her tail flicking with aggressive pride. "She does not behave like certain she-wolves who lack talent, spending their heat cycles dining and socializing with rogue lords. Oh, and relying entirely on their looks... though honestly, she doesn't even have those anymore.""I have no patience for your barking, low-ranking wolf," Rowan snarls. "Pass the communication stone to Elois

Eloise Hollowmere POV"Do not threaten my wolf like that, Eloise, I am exhausting my focus every single sunrise trying to find a way to shield your skin and our unborn pup," Rowan groans, sinking his claws into his hair as he pacifies Meredith inside her den.As desperately as his wolf craves the Hollowmere Moonfang Pack inheritance from Cedric, he realizes Meredith might be speaking the absolute truth. My father does not value my human presence at all. If Rowan abandons Meredith’s heat now, his inner beast will regret it for the rest of his cycles."Rowan, my scent trusts your alpha choice completely, and your wolf must believe in my devotion as well," Meredith whimpers with dark pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck. "As long as our three bloodlines remain bound together, our claws can rip through any territory crisis."Rowan realizes this scandal cannot be easily buried. He shifts his weight onto her stone bench, his jaw tight. "My original plan was to secure your victory for