The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession novel Chapter 1

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Mary Ann

I stood outside my father’s office door, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The heavy oak felt like a barrier between the life I knew and whatever storm was waiting on the other side. My hands trembled as I smoothed them down the front of my favorite lavender sundress. the dress hugged my full hips and soft belly without apology. I have spent years learning to love the body that stared back at me in the mirror, but right now, all I felt was dread.

“Come in, Mary Ann,” my father’s voice called before I even knocked. Alpha Sterling never needed to raise his voice. His authority carried through walls.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room smelled of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint hint of his pipe tobacco. He sat behind his massive desk, shoulders slumped in a way I rarely saw. Beta Marcus stood by the window, staring out at the pack lands like he couldn’t bear to look at me.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” Dad said quietly.

I sank into the chair opposite him, my thighs pressing together, the fabric of my dress stretching familiarly over my curves. “What’s going on? You sounded serious through the link.”

He didn’t waste time. “The Moon Council has approved the peace alliance with Ironclaw Pack. It’s done. Signed and sealed this morning.”

My breath caught. Peace. After months of border clashes, near-misses, and wolves coming home with gashes and broken bones, peace sounded like a blessing. Until he kept talking.

“To seal it and prevent another full-scale war… you’re to marry Alpha Modric Volkov.”

The world tilted. I gripped the arms of the chair, my nails digging into the leather. “Me? Marry… Modric?”

Dad’s eyes were filled with regret, but his jaw was set, the look of an Alpha who carried the weight of hundreds of lives. “Ironclaw is stronger. Their numbers, their warriors, their resources. Another war would destroy us, Mary Ann. The Council made it clear: this union or bloodshed. I fought for another way. I swear I did.”

I couldn’t speak for a long moment. My chest felt too tight, like someone had wrapped iron bands around my ribs. Modric Volkov. The name alone sent ice through my veins and heat to my cheeks at the same time. I knew him. Goddess, did I know him.

I was eighteen when I attended the Elite Alpha Academy, a prestigious school where future leaders from packs across the region trained together. I had been one of the few plus-size wolves there, and I had felt every extra pound like a spotlight. But Modric… he was impossible not to notice. Tall, broad-shouldered even then, with piercing gray eyes and dark hair that always looked like he’d just run his fingers through it after a fight.

He was the most popular boy in school, captain of the combat team, son of a powerful Alpha, the kind of guy who walked into a room and owned it.

I had the biggest crush on him. Pathetic, really. I used to watch him from across the cafeteria, my heart fluttering every time he laughed. I wrote his name in the margins of my notebooks like some lovesick pup. There was something about his confidence, his raw power, that pulled me in even when I knew better.

And he knew I existed, alright. He and his friends made sure of it.

“Fat Luna,” he’d call out whenever I walked by, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. His pack mates would howl with laughter, slapping him on the back like it was the funniest thing in the world. I’d keep my head down, cheeks burning, willing my body to shrink as I hurried past.

One time, after a particularly brutal mock battle in training, he’d looked me up and down in front of the entire class and said, “Careful, boys. Don’t want the Fat Luna sitting on you, she might crush the whole damn pack.”

I cried myself to sleep for years after that. Night after night, I’d bury my face in my pillow so no one would hear the sobs, wondering why the Moon Goddess would give me a body that made me a target and a heart that still ached for the boy who broke it. I’d built walls after graduation. I have worked on my confidence, found comfort in my curves, poured myself into helping with pack logistics and the nursery programs. But some scars never fully fade.

Now fate was laughing in my face, forcing me to marry the man who’d destroyed my confidence.

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of my father. “Dad… I can’t. He hates me. Or at least he used to. He made my life hell.”