The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession novel Chapter 23

Modric’s POV 

Kylian was waiting in my study when I returned from the corridor. 

He stood near the window with his arms crossed, looking entirely too calm for a man who had just 

refused a direct order from his Alpha. 

I closed the door behind me. 

“What is going on with Mary Ann?” 

Kylian glanced toward me. “Good evening to you too.” 

“Do not test me.” 

His expression hardened. “Then stop speaking to me like I am one of your trainees.” 

I moved behind my desk but did not sit. Anger had been burning beneath my skin since I noticed the guards outside the Luna Wing. 

Guards Kylian had placed there. 

Because of something Mary Ann had told him in confidence. 

“She is my wife,” I said. “If there is a threat against her, I should know.” 

“You would have known if you were ever home.” 

The words struck like a fist. 

My wolf surged forward, offended by the challenge. I planted both hands on the desk and leaned toward him. 

“Watch your mouth.” 

“Or what?” Kylian stepped away from the window. “You will hit me because I pointed out the truth?” 

“I have been working.” 

“You have been running.” 

A growl rose in my chest. 

Kylian did not retreat. 

We had fought beside each other since we were pups. He was one of the few wolves in Ironclaw who could challenge me without immediately dropping his gaze. Most days, I respected him for it. 

Tonight, I wanted to throw him through the window. 

“I do not owe you an explanation of where I spend my nights.” 

“No, but perhaps you owe one to your wife.” 

“My arrangement with Mary Ann is none of your concern.” 

“Then stop questioning me about every conversation I have with her.” 

The image of them together at the wedding returned without warning. 

His hand on her waist. 

Mary Ann smiling faintly as he danced with her. 

The two of them leaning over festival maps in her office, talking comfortably while she rarely gave me anything except cold looks and sharp replies. 

“You spend too much time around her,” I said. 

Kylian stared at me. 

Then he laughed. 

There was no amusement in it. 

“I work with her because the council assigned us to the Hollowbrook project and the Unity Festival. 

“You could send reports.” 

“She needs support, not papers.” 

“She has servants.” 

“She needs someone who listens.” 

The accusation beneath the words was obvious. 

My jaw clenched. “And you believe that someone should be you?” 

“Someone has to do it while her husband is never home.” 

I rounded the desk before I realized I had moved. 

Kylian straightened. 

For one tense second, we stood only a few feet apart, both our wolves pressing close to the surface. Power filled the room, thick and dangerous. 

“You are speaking about your Alpha’s wife,” I warned. am speaking about my Luna.” 

“She is mine.” 

The words came out as a growl. 

Kylian’s eyes narrowed. 

“Is she?” 

My hand curled into a fist. 

He continued before I could react. 

“You moved her into another wing. You abandoned her on your wedding night. You disappear whenever the bond becomes uncomfortable, then return and act angry because other people treat 

her with kindness.” 

“You have no idea what happens between us.” 

“Neither do you, because you refuse to stay long enough to find out.” 

I grabbed the front of his shirt. 

Kylian did not fight me. He only looked down at my fist twisted in the fabric, then back at my 

“If you are about to hit me,” he said calmly, “at least be honest about why.” 

My grip tightened. 

He lowered his voice. “It is not because I disobeyed you. It is because you think I want her.” 

I released him with a shove. face. 

Life, an obligation forced on me by my father and the Council. The bond distorted my instincts. That was all. 

I turned toward the door. 

“Keep the guards in place,” I said. 

Kylian blinked. “You are not going to ask why?” 

“You clearly are not going to tell me.” 

“I gave her my word.” 

The fact that Mary Ann had asked for his confidence irritated me all over again. 

Nopened the door. 

“Do not confuse her dependence on you with affection.” 

Kylian released a tired breath. “You are warning the wrong man.” 

I left before he could say anything else. 

The drive to Velvera’s cottage should have calmed me. 

It usually did. 

Her home sat near the edge of Ironclaw territory, surrounded by tall trees that hid it from the main road. Warm light spilled from the windows when I pulled up. For years, the sight had meant 

comfort. 

Tonight, it only reminded me how far I had driven from the pack house. 

From Mary Ann. 

I pushed the thought away and knocked. 

Velvera opened the door almost immediately. 

Her auburn hair fell over one shoulder, and she wore a soft green dress that clung to her slim body. Her face brightened when she saw me, but the smile did not last. 

“You finally remembered where I live.” 

I stepped inside. “I have been busy.” 

“You are always busy now.” 

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