The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 1

"No. I don’t want her. She can’t be my mate," Alex said with pure disgust in his eyes, his gaze slowly dragging over my body like I was something filthy.

Today was supposed to be the best day of my life—my mate ceremony. At eighteen, I was finally of age, finally ready to be bonded. I had imagined so many things… but never this.

And who did the Moon Goddess pair me with?

Alex Robinson.

Of all the people. The Beta’s son. The future second-in-command of our pack. The one everyone admired and whispered about. But me? He had never liked me. I knew that much. And now, standing in front of him, it was clear he never would.

I already knew what would follow—rejection.

"But there’s nothing wrong with her, son," his father said, trying to reason.

"I know," Alex replied, his tone sharp. "But I don’t want her. I’m already in love—with my girlfriend. I’m not settling for some big-for-nothing girl."

Yes, you heard him right.

I’m not your typical tall, slender, perfect mate material. I’m curvy. Five foot five. I have thick glasses because of my eyesight, short dark hair, and clothes that are more functional than fashionable—because my family can only afford so much. I try my best, but clearly… it’s not enough.

His words were a slap to my face. My wolf whimpered inside me, wounded by the rejection.

Who would ever choose someone like me?

Still, I refused to let him have the last word.

"So I, Alex Robinson, reject you, Aina Wilfred," he said, sealing the pain I already saw coming.

But I lifted my chin and stared him dead in the eye.

"I, Aina Wilfred, reject you, Alex Robinson."

Gasps erupted from the crowd. My mother stiffened beside me, her face twisting in shock.

"What?" she snapped. "Take that back!" she hissed, angry, almost panicked.

But I didn’t move. I was staring at the man who had been my mate only a moment ago—watching as something flickered behind his eyes. Regret? Doubt?

I don't even know.

He ground his teeth and forced the words out. "It is done."

Then, as if to hammer it in, he walked straight to her—Miranda Warren. The perfect blonde, the pretty little thing with the fake smile and too much perfume.

"Miranda Warren will be my mate—the one I choose to spend my life with," he announced to the entire pack, holding her hand like some grand prize.

She didn’t miss her moment either. Miranda threw me a cruel smirk and pinched her nose like I stank, before they both turned and walked away.

They got into their car parked right in the center of the pack square and drove off without so much as a backward glance. Around me, wolves who had already found and accepted their mates were laughing, kissing, holding hands—celebrating.

And I just stood there. Like a damn signboard.

My mother shook her head, clearly disappointed, and walked off with a long sigh. She didn’t say a word. Not even a glance. Just turned and left, like I was already someone else's problem.

Everything around me started to blur.

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