All Chapters of My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

####Sincerely The first thing I smelled every morning wasn’t hope.
 It was bacon.
 Fresh bread.
 Roasted meat and eggs sizzling in butter. Everything I wasn’t allowed to touch. I lay on the thin mattress in the storage closet I called a bedroom, staring at the cracked ceiling as my stomach twisted with familiar pain. Today I turned twenty-one. I whispered the number like a prayer I was almost too afraid to finish. Maybe this year. Maybe today. Maybe the Moon Goddess had only been waiting for the right time. The hope was foolish. I knew that. I had clung to the same desperate dream on my eighteenth birthday, then my nineteenth, then my twentieth. Each year ended the same: no wolf, no mate, and one more reason for the pack to whisper that I was cursed. Still… hope was the only thing they hadn’t managed to beat out of me. A loud bang rattled the thin door. “Are you dead in there?” my stepmother, Miranda shouted. “Get up, you useless pig! Breakfast won’t serve itself.” I pus

####SincerelyThe coachman opened the door.One by one, Bianca and her friends stepped down, smoothing their shimmering gowns and linking arms like they belonged in a painting. I climbed out last, the rough gray fabric of my dress clinging uncomfortably to my skin, already damp with nervous sweat.The Moonlight Pavilion stretched before me, breathtaking under the full moon. Towering white pillars wrapped in silver vines reached toward the sky. Thousands of glowing lanterns drifted above the gardens like captured stars. White roses lined the stone pathways, their sweet scent heavy in the cool night air. Music floated through the grounds while elegantly dressed wolves filled every corner—laughing, chatting, embracing old friends.For one treacherous moment, I forgot the ache in my stomach and the sting of my too-tight dress.“So beautiful,” I whispered.“It is,” Bianca said, glancing back at me. Her voice dropped. “But don’t get any stupid ideas.”She snatched her train from my hands, t

####Sincerely I didn’t remember leaving the pavilion. One moment, hundreds of wolves were staring at me like I was something grotesque on display. The next, I was outside in the darkness. Alone. The cheers behind me grew fainter with every numb step I took. They weren’t for me. They were celebrating Bianca. Celebrating the moment Alpha Roland publicly rejected the Moon Goddess’s choice and claimed my stepsister instead. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as the cool night air sank into my bones. The ache in my chest refused to ease. It felt as though someone had reached inside me and hollowed everything out, leaving only a raw, bleeding cavity. A sharp crack of thunder split the sky. Dark clouds swallowed the moon. Then the heavens opened. Rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking my hair, my dress, my shoes, mixing with the tears streaming down my face until I couldn’t tell them apart. I didn’t bother seeking shelter. What was the point? There was no escapin

###SincerelyI pushed myself up slowly, the silk sheets sliding against my skin like a secret whispered by someone who actually wanted me there. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a jagged mountain range painted in bruised twilight purples and deep golds. Dark mahogany furniture gleamed with mirror-like polish, and a roaring fireplace crackled in the corner, pushing back the mountain chill with possessive warmth.My throat tightened.“This… can’t be real,” I whispered, voice cracking.Even Roland’s gilded prison looked like a modest cabin compared to this. Who the hell had enough power and money to build something that made an Alpha’s mansion feel small?Before my spiraling thoughts could drag me under, a soft knock broke the silence.Two women slipped inside, arms full of folded clothes that looked softer and finer than anything I’d ever touched. The second they saw me awake, their faces lit up with warm, genuine smiles.Not smirks. Not pity. Not disgust.Actual smiles.“Oh! Yo

###SincerelySilence swallowed the room again.I stared at the half-eaten feast, then at the closed bedroom door.I had to leave.Before Alpha Ryker returned to ask questions I wouldn't be able to answer.Before he realized saving me had been a mistake.I shoved one last piece of bread into my mouth, the crust soft against my tongue. Strength. I needed strength. Wiping my greasy fingers on the soft fabric of the dress, I rose on unsteady legs. The silk whispered against my skin, a mocking reminder of how out of place I was here but this wasn't the time for that.First, get out. Then figure out the rest.The hallway stretched before me like a gilded trap of endless corridors lined with priceless art and vases that probably cost more than my entire miserable life. My soft slippers barely made a sound as I crept downstairs, heart hammering so loudly I was sure the whole fortress could hear it.One hand trailed the ornate banister for balance, and the other pressed to my chest as