All Chapters of The Alpha's Plump Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

[RHIANNON]The dress didn't fit right.I tugged at the deep green fabric, watching it bunch awkwardly around my waist in the cracked mirror. My reflection showed what I already knew—I looked like someone pretending to be something she wasn't. Exactly what the pack saw every day—too much. Too soft. Too wide. The kind of body that made wolves whisper when I passed, their voices just loud enough for me to catch fragments.Heavy. Thick. How did she even pass training?My dark auburn hair fell over my shoulders, hiding some of the scars from old training accidents. The ones on my wrists stayed visible, though—thin white lines that proved I'd survived things that should have broken me.Too bad I couldn't hide the rest.'You're beautiful,' Nyx whispered, but even my wolf sounded uncertain.I pressed my hand against my stomach, feeling the softness there that never went away no matter how hard I trained. Four years. Four years since the bond snapped into place and showed me Laziel was mine.

[RHIANNON]Cold earth pressed against my palms.My mouth tasted like copper and shame. Everything ached—bones still screaming from the shift that hadn't completed, muscles torn and reforming wrong, lungs dragging air like I'd been underwater too long.The forest spun in fractured pieces above me. Moonlight. Branches. Shadows that moved wrong.Then the scent hit.Cedarwood and storm. Ozone mixed with something warm and solid and impossibly grounding.My eyes snapped open.Someone was kneeling beside me. Close. Too close. A man—no, an Alpha. I could feel the power radiating off him even through the haze of pain. Dark hair with silver threading through it caught the moonlight. Storm-grey eyes watched me with an intensity that made my chest constrict.'Move,' Nyx whimpered, but she sounded far away. Distant and weak.Mortification crashed over me in waves.He'd seen me. Seen me broken and collapsed and struggling through a shift like some newly turned wolf who couldn't control her own bod

[RHIANNON]The healing room smelled like dried lavender and something sharper—antiseptic mixed with mountain herbs. I'd woken up three days ago in this bed, my body aching in places I didn't know could ache, and every time I opened my eyes, the grey-haired healer was there."You need to eat something." She'd introduced herself as Mira on that first morning, her voice gentle but firm in a way that reminded me of the grandmother I'd lost years ago. "Your body can't heal on air alone."I'd forced down the broth she offered, even though my stomach twisted with anxiety. Every kindness felt like charity. Every gentle touch felt like pity.Three days of Mira checking my bones, applying salves that smelled like moonflower, and telling me in that patient voice that the shift trauma would heal. That my body just needed time.Time. Like I had any right to take up space here while I recovered from being someone else's garbage.The rejection bond still ached—a constant throb beneath my ribs that s