Chapter 10

Meryn

When I sit in front of Weston in one of the fancy chairs at the restaurant he brought me to, I’m hit with an awful wave of insecurity.

I think I’m going to be sick, and no, it’s not because I’m an Omega, and he is an Alpha. That’s not even on my mind. Because even if I’m a weak-ass werewolf, I still fit in among the humans...or I would if I weren’t fat.

The f-word cuts like a knife, and I hold my breath. I’m not the biggest girl around, I know that, but I still feel like an alien around Weston since he is so fit.

Isn’t he disgusted by me?

I shyly glance up at him, but Weston isn’t even looking at me. He is calmly sitting there, browsing the menu with curious eyes, and all I want is to sink through the floor.

What was I thinking when I agreed to go out and eat with Weston Avery? The guy has a freaking eight-pack, for Pete’s sake! He is fit as fuck while I’m a whale in comparison to him—I’m so afraid he is going to judge me for what I eat, and that makes me too anxious even to or