Too Curvy For The Crown
Maya Hadid
I had two rules: keep my head down and never want what I couldn't have.
I broke both the night I was sent to serve at the Alpha King's mating tournament.
I wasn't a guest or a candidate. I was the fat omega carrying trays, told to stay invisible. Then a predator cornered me, forced something down my throat, and when I ran, I crashed into Alaric Thorne, the Lycan Alpha King.
His drink had been drugged. My body was burning. When the mate bond snapped into place, neither of us could resist.
By morning, he looked at my body, my rank, and told me to leave.
He claimed me anyway, not out of love, but because abandoning his fated mate would disgrace the crown. He gave me a title and a room. Vivienne, the woman he truly loved, got everything else.
For over a year, I was his mate in name, summoned only when the royal physicians said I was ready to breed. Then I found Vivienne in his arms, pregnant with his child.
He rejected me that night, shattering our bond. He carried her away and left me screaming on the floor.
He never knew I was pregnant too.
I disappeared, changed everything about myself, and raised my son alone.
Five years later, I returned on the arm of Alaric's cousin, the man who wanted his throne. I was his fiancée now, stronger than the woman he'd discarded.
Then Alaric saw the little boy beside me.
A boy with his gray eyes.
I didn't come back for Alaric Thorne.
But he's not letting me leave again.