CHAPTER 1: FAT

CORA

“What do you think of my dress, Claire? It's beautiful, isn't it?” I looked into the mirror at the dress shop and turned. Yes, I'm more filled up than most. They call me fat around here even as the Luna of the pack and my mate Daniel had been distant, but I could turn things around. Today's our anniversary, and he'd like the effort I put in, right?

I called my sister Claire to accompany me to get the perfect dress for my sixth anniversary with my mate.

I turned around and frowned. “Why are you so silent, Claire? Is the dress not good enough?”

“Oh dearest sister, the dress looks gorgeous on you.”

I paid for the dress, and the clerk wrapped it up. Claire returned home while I went back home to make plans for the surprise I'd planned for Daniel.

I decided to bake a cake, buy wine and club salad, and make many more delicacies to make the day special for us as I giggled in excitement.

I changed all the decorations in the house and rearranged the house before I went to the hairdresser's salon. “Your hair is absolutely gorgeous, Cora.”

“Yes, it looks really good, Amanda. Thank you.”

I decided to take a long walk around the pack before going back to the house.

“Why mate with a fleshy one like this, Daniel? Couldn't find another female in the pack?” The nasty remarks started from his friends first, and I assumed he'd stop them, but over time, he became worse than them with the name tags.

During our first anniversary, I'd gone out of my way to look beautiful. “Hey Daniel, do you like my look? I look pretty, don't I?”

“You look too big. Go make yourself useful elsewhere; you look absolutely ridiculous. The only thing of value in your body is your womb that'd breed me, my heir.”

I'd been too stunned to even have a comeback, and I kept making excuses for him.

Second year I bought him a pair of sneakers and changed my hairstyle. “Hey Daniel, happy anniversary. I love you.”

“Get away from me. You’re shapeless. What right do you have to lay your big hands on me?”

He was always so mean but would come over to the bedroom.

“Spread your legs for me” He'd just slam in and, after a while, grunt “, Ugh, only thing I get right in you is this damned tight pussy, but every other thing just doesn't work. Fuck I'm cumming. Ugh.” He'd eventually pull out and just walk away without even looking at me.

His family simply despised me but tolerated my presence because of my son Tobias, his heir. I sought comfort in the arms of Claire many times, and she'd even help me with my wardrobe, but nothing helped make him better.

The other years came around, and it was absolutely the same thing, but it's been six big years, and I strongly believe that the moon goddess would make him better for me.

I wore a beautiful smile as I walked back home and immediately got into the bathroom and pampered myself with different types of oils. I shaved my armpits and my legs whilst keeping my hair covered with a net before finally getting up and walking to the wardrobe, where you'd find that only ten per cent of it was mine and practically everything else belonged to Daniel.

I picked up the yellow dress Claire had frowned about because I loved how bright it was and something in me just rebelled against doing the same things over and over again.

The gown exposed a bit of my bust and had a little slut and I had a yellow flower in my hair as I applied a little bit of red lipstick and used the only big hoop gold earrings I had, and used them before smiling at the mirror.

After getting dressed and leaving the room, I heard voices and frowned because there wasn't supposed to be anyone at home. I took Tobias to my mother earlier on and told her I was planning a private day for myself and Daniel.

“Oh please, at least her fat ass can still cook. Did you enjoy the food she cooked?”

“It was quite tasty, honey.”

I froze immediately because that was Claire's voice and that was my mate Daniel. Why would Daniel eat food I cooked for hours with Claire? Wait, why did she call him honey?

I moved silently down the stairs and got the greatest shock of my entire life as I watched Daniel kiss Claire and fondle her breasts while my son sat on the chair in the dining room and was eating to his own satisfaction, and at first I didn't know what to do until the first hiccup started and I cried as I walked up to them.

“What are you doing, Daniel? Claire?” I screamed in anger, but instead of Daniel looking worried, he simply eyed me indifferently before moving Claire away from him a bit as he gave her ass a squeeze.

“What does it look like we're doing to you?”

“I'm trying to understand, Daniel. Claire, you are my sister. I come to you every day for advice on how to keep him happy, and you do this? How long has this been going on?”

“You were all over the place with your fat self. There is absolutely nothing attractive about you, Cora. Can't you see? How do you expect me to be attracted to a damned lump?”

“I gained weight; it wasn't my fault. I did everything I could, but I couldn't shed the extra skin, but I am beautiful.”

“Oh please, sister. Nothing about you is beautiful. I told you that mess just to mess with you. I have been the one that kept him satisfied for over three years, but I got tired of hiding, so you caught us. Deal with it.”

“Daniel, I am your mate. The mother of your child.”

“Look around you, Cora; even your son doesn't like you.”

“That isn't true.” I walked up to my son, but before I could even touch him, he pushed me off. “Leave me alone. Aunty Claire is my new mama. She buys me ice cream.”

I stared in shock at the child I'd birthed but took a deep breath.

“Get out of my house, Claire. Get out now!”

“She's going absolutely nowhere, and if her presence bothers you, just get out of my house and never come back again.”

“Daniel, are you being serious right now?”

“I am, Cora. Get your bags and get out.”

I stared in silence, then climbed back up the stairs as I packed my meagre belongings and walked back downstairs.

They looked picture perfect as the three of them stood clustered together, but then Claire walked up to me and hugged me before she whispered in my ears, “We're having a baby soon. Thank you for keeping him occupied till I came for him.”

Before I could come to terms with everything she said, she fell on her own and screamed, “Oh, Daniel, help me; she'd kill me. Keep her away from me.”

Daniel immediately rushed forward and pushed me to the floor as he concentrated and fawned over her.

I stood slowly and walked out the door. “Hi Mama, are you home?”

“Are you okay? What happened to you?”

“I'm coming home.”