The Mad Lycan Plus-Size Mate
"I am Lady Celeste of the Northern Peaks."
"Well, Celeste," I said, letting a tired, ugly little smile hit my lips. "If you're so worried about breeding, you might want to look at your own plate. You’ve been pushing that little piece of meat around for ten minutes like you're afraid it's going to bite you back. If a blizzard hits this mountain tomorrow, we're going to be digging your frozen corpse out of the snow while I'm still warm."
The room froze. A man halfway down the table choked on his ale.