My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat
My wolf was practically howling inside me now, pushing me closer to him.
A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Good girl.”
He sat up straighter, muscles rippling. “Take off the nightgown.”
My hands trembled at my sides. “Alpha…”
“Now, Sincerely.”
The authority in his voice left no room for argument. With shaking fingers, I reached for the thin straps and slowly let the fabric slide down my body until it pooled at my feet.
Cool air kissed my bare skin. I stood completely half before him. My soft stomach, full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs and every curve I had spent years hating on full display from the thin undergarment left on me.