The Alpha’s Plus Size Obsession
Cancelling the festival would give them exactly what they wanted.
I would not allow it.
Greta stood behind me in the Luna Wing, fastening the final clasp of my ceremonial gown.
The dress carried Ironclaw’s formal colors. Deep black fabric hugged my upper body before flowing over my hips in long, graceful folds. Silver embroidery decorated the neckline and sleeves, forming wolves, claws, and crescent moons. A fitted silver belt rested at my waist, emphasizing rather than hiding my curves.
For once, I did not try to make myself appear smaller.