All Chapters of Too Curvy To Be Luna, Too Strong To Break : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AriaI got to my room, my chest heavy and thumping. I slumped on my bed, the tears running wilder while the bed creaked too loudly as it reminded me of what I truly am.An overweight Luna only fit for treaties.The scene had hit harder than I could take. As my body shook violently with the memories of his betrayal, I made a resolve to end it all." Maybe it's time to give him the Luna he wants."I heard the click and a familiar scent invading my room. I stopped crying, lifting my head to face the window. I could feel the puffiness as I stared at the moon who obviously was mocking my predicament. I knew it was Alec. His scent had been part of my life for more than three years of marriage. As my eyes landed on the man I had shared these last three years loving and being the perfect wife, I had a tiny ray of hope that maybe it was all a misunderstanding."Aria, who gave you the right to spy on me?" Alec was rough, edgy and nothing like the man who was supposed to give me an explanation.

Aria The glass doors slammed shut behind us. Xavier dragged me onto the balcony before anyone could stop him, before my father could challenge him, before I could remember how to breathe. The full moon seemed to be mocking me. My skin buzzed and my bones ached. Vin was whining and whimpering in my chest. I couldn't tell if she was excited or angry, just like me. “You need to explain,” I whispered. My voice shook. “What did you mean by dragging me here?” Xavier didn’t answer. He gripped the stone railing until cracks spiderwebbed under his fingers. 6’4 of Alpha barely holding the beast back. His scent rolled off him in waves, a strong lavender scent and it made my empty chest cavity hurt. When he turned, his eyes were fully gold with underlying darkness in it. They were not just Alpha's eyes. They were predator eyes marked by mate eyes. His voice came shaky.“I felt the mate bond snap into place five years ago." His voice was rough, like he’d been fighting it for years. “Yo

ALPHA XAVIER It’s been five years since I last saw her. Five years since that round, soft face stared at the floor, and her scent invaded every single part of me. I still remembered every gesture she made that day of her internship–her neatly braided hair and round glasses that fit that perfectly shaped chubby cheeks. She had bumped into me, her coffee splashing on my tailored suit. She had frantically wiped it off with an horrified look on her face–I caught the glimpse of her expression while she stared down. I hated when someone touched me, and to the goddess, I swear I would have pushed her off immediately. But when the scent hit me, a minty rosy scent with lingering lily touch, I frozed. It wasn't just any scent, but it was too unique and piercing. And it was exactly what I had been searching for since I turned eighteen. It was exactly same scent I just felt the moment she walked into the engagement banquet. Aria stepped into the banquet hall, her posture rigid but her

ALPHA XAVIER I lean back in the leather chair, the dim light of my hidden chamber glowing mildly on my walls. Every inch of the room was covered in photographs of Aria—her soft curves, her thick thighs, the way her hips sway when she walks. My cock throbs painfully against my pants as I stare at one particular image: Aria bent over, her ass on full display. I close my eyes and when I opened it, I saw Aria there in my room. She stood before me, naked, her plus-size body trembling under my gaze. Her heavy breasts heaved with each breath, nipples stiff and dark. Her wide hips and plump belly make my mouth water. I growl low in my throat. "Strip for me, little wolf," I commanded, voice rough. Aria obeyed, turning slowly so I could watch every roll and jiggle of her flesh. When she was bare, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward, forcing her to her knees. "Open that mouth," I snarled. "Suck my cock like how I want it." Aria’s lips parted and I shoved my thick c

ARIA As I heard the two whispered voices obviously from the hallway, my mind was filled with different questions. Like her mother? Didn't father say my mother died during childbirth and Diane practically raised me? What were they talking about? I quickly got out of my bed and pushed my door open. But the hallway was silent, except for the lingering scent of both mother and daughter. I went back to my room, biting my lips so hard that I tasted the metallic liquid warming through my mouth. I felt no pain there, only the throbbing and piercing realization of what I just heard. I knew that Diane and my father were partial when it involved Liora, but I never thought she hated me. She had always been the mother I knew even when I had Liora's hand-me-downs. My parents had always treated me differently but not cruelly, not until I started getting fat. I blamed it on the fat so I started eating less and running more. I could no longer wear Liora's clothes and my family talked about the