The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession novel Chapter 6

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Mary Ann

The Alpha suite felt more like a cage than a sanctuary.

A kind–faced older omega named Greta had led me here after the reception finally wound down, chattering softly about how the rooms had been freshly prepared for the new Luna. I nodded along, smiling when I was supposed to, but my mind was miles away. The grand double doors clicked shut behind her, and the silence that followed pressed down on me like a heavy blanket.

I stood in the middle of the massive bedroom, taking it all in. Dark wood furniture, deep navy and silver accents, a bed so large it could have fit half my old pack house. Floor–to–ceiling windows overlooked the Ironclaw forest, moonlight spilling across the plush rugs. It was beautiful.

Luxurious. And completely empty of the one person who was supposed to be here with me.

Modric wasn’t coming back.

I’d waited for nearly an hour, perched on the edge of an armchair in my wedding gown, listening for footsteps in the hallway. Nothing. The spark from our kiss still lingered faintly on my lips, a mocking reminder of what the mate bond wanted. But my husband had chosen to disappear again -probably back to Velvera or some dark corner where he could forget this sham of a marriage.

I reached behind me, fingers struggling with the delicate buttons and zipper of the gown. No one was here to help. No gentle hands from my mother, no teasing laughter from friends. Just me.

After several frustrating minutes, I managed to shimmy out of it, the lace pooling at my feet like a discarded dream. I stepped free in just my silk slip, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my arms and across the generous curves of my hips and thighs.

I caught my reflection in the tall mirror and paused. My body had never been small. Full breasts, soft belly, thick thighs–the same body Modric and his friends had ridiculed for years. Teenage me would have been over the moon right now, standing in the Alpha’s bedroom on her wedding night to the boy she’d crushed on so hard it hurt. She would’ve imagined him walking through that door, eyes hungry, finally seeing her as more than “Fat Luna.”

That girl was gone.

I sank onto the edge of the bed and let the tears come, quiet and private. They slipped down my cheeks in hot trails, my shoulders shaking with silent sobs. I cried for the dreams I’d buried, for the humiliation that still stung, for the lonely future stretching out ahead. But I didn’t let it last long. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, drew in a deep, steadying breath, and stood up.

Luna now. I’ll do my duties–help the pack, support the alliance, be the bridge they need. But I won’t expect anything as his wife. No affection. No love. Nothing.”