The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession novel Chapter 5

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Modric POV

The music swelled around us like some mocking symphony, but all I could focus on was the sight of Mary Ann in Kylian’s arms. My Beta. My best friend. His hand rested politely at her waist, but it was still too close. Too familiar. My wolf snarled inside me, the fresh mate bond from that cursed kiss earlier still buzzing under my skin like an itch I couldn’t scratch.

I strode forward before I could think better of it, cutting through the dancers. “May I dance with my wife?”

Kylian’s eyes met mine, a flash of understanding and maybe a hint of warning in them. He released her smoothly and stepped back with a nod. “Of course, Alpha.”

Mary Ann turned to face me fully. That ivory lace gown clung to her full curves in ways that made my mouth go dry despite myself—soft hips, the generous swell of her breasts rising with each breath, the gentle curve of her belly that the dress celebrated rather than hid. Her dark curls were pinned up with delicate pearls, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face. Those wide eyes, the same ones I used to mock, looked at me now with a quiet wariness that twisted something uncomfortable in my chest.

I didn’t want this. Not her. Not any of it.

But the entire reception was watching—both packs, our parents, the Council elders. I forced a tight smile and extended my hand. She placed hers in mine without hesitation. Her skin was warm, soft. That same electric spark from the ceremony jolted through me again, straight to my core. My wolf pushed forward, whining with a need I refused to acknowledge.

I pulled her onto the dance floor, one hand settling at the small of her back while the other held hers. We moved together stiffly at first, the music a slow, intimate melody that felt like a taunt. Her body pressed lightly against mine with every step—those plush curves brushing my chest, her scent wrapping around me like wildflowers and something sweeter, feminine. Goddess, she smelled good. Too good.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked, keeping my voice cold and formal. I stared over her shoulder at nothing in particular.

She tilted her head slightly, her breath brushing my collar. “As much as one can at a forced wedding, I suppose.”

No tears. No pleading. No desperate attempt to make this feel real. Just that steady, resigned tone. It irritated me more than it should have.

“The alliance is secured,” I said flatly, guiding her through a turn. My hand splayed wider on her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin lace. “That’s what matters. We’ll do what’s expected in public. Nothing more.”

She nodded once, her full breasts pressing against me as we shifted closer in the dance. Heat pooled low in my gut, unwanted and insistent. I remembered her from the Academy—those same curves I’d mocked to hide how they made my teenage wolf sit up and take notice. Fat Luna, I’d called her. Now she was my Luna, and the bond was making it impossible to ignore the pull.

“Understood,” she replied quietly. Her voice was soft but firm. “I won’t expect anything from you, Modric. I know where your heart lies.”

The words landed like a challenge. I looked down at her then, really looked. Those eyes held a quiet strength I didn’t remember from school. She wasn’t crumbling. Wasn’t begging for scraps of affection. It… bothered me. My wolf didn’t like it either. She should care. She was mine now, whether I wanted it or not.

The song ended too soon. Mary Ann stepped back gracefully, slipping her hand from mine. She offered a small, polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you for the dance. It was… civil.”

Then she turned and walked away, head high, that soft train of her gown trailing behind her like a whisper. She didn’t glance back. Didn’t linger hoping for more. Just melted into the crowd of well-wishers, accepting congratulations with that same quiet dignity.

I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, watching her go. An odd knot twisted in my stomach. Bothered? Why the hell should I be bothered? This was exactly what I wanted—distance. No messy emotions. Yet her easy acceptance grated on me. Velvera would have fought, clung, demanded. Mary Ann just… accepted and moved on. Like I was nothing to her.