Fat Can't Be Crowned Luna
As if my existence was the inconvenience.
"Look, look at you Annabel," he said, flat like I meant nothing "I can't even point out the correct word to describe you"
Then Lennon's voice floated over, sweet as something rotten dipped in sugar.
"I think the word you're looking for is fat, Alpha, I'm I right sis."
The hall went absolutely silent.
Aldric's face cleared. He seized on it the way a drowning man seizes a rope.
"She's a fat cow," he said. Simply. Cleanly. Like he was reading something off a list. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed."