FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED
He never was.
“She’s overweight. A fatso!” His eyes swept over me with open contempt. “Barren, as far as I can tell, after four years of trying. She doesn’t even have a wolf of her own — did you all know that? My Luna, and she can’t shift.” He shook his head, feigning regret so convincingly that half the room actually believed it. “I deserve a real Luna. A woman who can give me an heir, who can stand beside me as an equal.”
“You were never even good in bed,” he added, almost as an afterthought, like it was the cruelest insult he could think to add. “Boring. Predictable. I stopped looking forward to touching you a long time ago.”