The Alpha's Forbidden Plus-Size Mate

Kaia’s POV.The scent of damp earth and pine needles always felt like a second skin, but today, it was choked out by the metallic tang of sweat and the bruised ego of a warrior twice my size.I shifted my weight, feeling the familiar, power in my thighs. People in the Silver Moon pack saw "plus-sized." They saw soft curves and a girl who took up too much space in a world that preferred its female Omegas to be willow-thin and easily tucked away. They didn’t see the corded muscle beneath the softness or the way my center of gravity made me an immovable mountain in the sparring pit."Again," I grunted, wiping a smear of mud from my forehead.Lukas, a warrior who had spent the last ten minutes trying—and failing—to pin me, spat a glob of blood onto the dirt. "Give it a rest, Kaia. You’re an Omega, playing soldier when you should be prepping the feast for the Alpha’s return."The familiar sting of the 'O' word flickered in my chest, but I didn't let it reach my eyes. In this pack, I was a

The kiss didn’t just taste like rebellion; it tasted like an ending.When Killian’s lips finally parted from mine, He was still hovering over me, his weight a delicious, grounding pressure that my wolf was currently purring for—a sound I hadn’t known she was capable of making.He looked down at me, his amber eyes dark with something that bordered on agony. He traced the curve of my shoulder, his fingers lingering on the skin just above my sports bra."You have no idea what you just did, do you?" he whispered."I sparred with a prince," I said, my voice breathy and raw. "And I think I won the first round."A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "This isn't a game, Kaia. The moment our scents tangled like this... it started something. The bond between an Alpha and an Omega isn't supposed to exist”He stood up abruptly, offering me a hand. When I took it, a spark shot up my arm, a literal jolt of electricity that made my teeth ache. He pulled me to my fee