The Luna He Called Fat is The Alpha King’s Obsession

R O S A L I E "You’d look better if you skipped dinner." My mate’s voice came from the kitchen doorway for the fifth night this week. It was a never ending cycle. A never ending cycle of compliments that were not compliments at all, and my chest tightened yet again. I wanted to be beautiful. For him. For myself. "You're getting soft around the middle," he adds, stepping into the kitchen as if his first comment hadn't been sharp enough to slice through my skin. "And your hips... they're spreading." I didn't need to look down. I knew. The waist of my jeans had grown snug. I could feel the slight press of the denim against my skin, a reminder of my failure. "They’re not." I tried to defend myself, but the words were weak. He c****d his head. "Is that so?" Then he walked out and came back in with a scale, dropping it on the floor. "Prove it." I stared at him, my stomach twisting. I wanted to tell him no, I wanted to tell him to leave. But I didn't. I never did. I reluctantly stepped onto the scale, my heart beating like it was about to jump out of my chest. I didn't want to look, but I knew I had to. So I looked down at the numbers. And my world shattered. 250lbs. I had gained twenty pounds despite the excessive diet and exercise plan he had put me on. The same one he’d promised would make me perfect for him. The one that made me dizzy. The one that always made me weak. I stepped off the scale, the number burning into my memory. I was a failure. I was fat. I was nothing. Hypothyroidism had won once again. A medical condition I had that had stolen my chance of ever being wanted and loved. No matter how much I tried to manage it, I kept gaining weight from my slowed metabolism from this disorder. "You're a disgrace," he sneered, the disgust on his face evident. "I can't even stand to look at you right now. Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?" Tears welled up in my eyes, "I swear to you, Casper. I have been following your diet perfectly. I've been working out four times a day, just like you said. I don't understand why this is happening." "Stop with the excuses, Rosalie." He said, pointing a finger at me. "You're not trying hard enough! You're probably sneaking food behind my back. All you do is eat and get fat. I can’t even take you out anymore! All my friends have perfect mates. What do I have? A pig. You let yourself go, and now you expect me to what? Still love you? Still want you?" I couldn't speak. The words were stuck in my throat. He was right. How could he love me like this? How could anyone love me like this? "What happened to the woman I met? She was so beautiful. So fit. You've ruined her. Nothing you wear looks good. Nothing you do is right. Do you think you are worthy of being my Luna when you can't even stay thin? Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position?" "I am trying, I swear I am." I whispered, but it was no use. "Trying isn't good enough!" He roared, making me flinch. "This is the last warning. If you don't lose this weight by the end of the month, I'll find a new Luna. One who is actually worthy. I'll reject you. No one will want you then. Do you understand me?" I did. I understood him perfectly. Casper turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I slid down the cabinets, my back hitting the wood with a thud. The cold tile of the floor pressed against my legs. I pulled my knees to my chest, but they couldn’t even meet. I felt even more disgusted with myself. I had starved myself for weeks, working out with little to no energy, all for me to weigh higher than I’d ever weighed before. Was this a sick joke? Was my body against me too? My tears streamed down my face, the salt stinging my lips. I was hungry. So so hungry. But I couldn't eat. Eating was what got me into this mess. Eating was the problem. That’s how my best friend Freya, found me twenty minutes later. She must have let herself in. "Rosie?" she called out. "Are you okay?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. She found me in the kitchen and immediately knelt down beside me. "Oh, Rosie," she breathed, wrapping her arms around me. I buried my face in her shoulder and let the tears fall. I didn't have to be strong for her. I didn't have to be perfect. I just had to be me. She was the only one who never judged me for being overweight. Even my family had made comments about my body over the years. They said I was a disappointment to the wolf in me. But Aria? She always saw me. The real me. "What did he do now?" she asked in a gentle voice. She knew it was always something with Casper. He was the only one who makes me feel this way. "He saw the scale," I mumbled, my words muffled by her shirt. "I gained twenty pounds." Freya sighed, her hand rubbing my back in soothing circles. "Oh, Rosie. That's not your fault. You know that, right?" I shook my head. "It is. He says I'm not trying hard enough." "He's wrong," she said in a firm voice. "You're killing yourself for him. You don't eat. You work out until you collapse. He's poisoning you, Rosie. This isn't love." "It is," I insisted, suddenly feeling defensive. "He just wants me to be the best version of myself." "The best version of yourself wouldn't be a sobbing mess on the kitchen floor because her mate is a cruel and narcissistic pig." she said, her grip tightening on me. "He's tearing you down, piece by piece, until there's nothing left. Can't you see that?" I wanted to believe her. I really did. But Casper was my mate. The Moon Goddess had chosen him for me. She wouldn't do that if he was wrong for me, would she? "I have to try harder," I said, shaking my head. "I just have to be more disciplined." "Rosie—" "No, I have to," I said, pulling away from her and wiping my tears. "I have to." She watched me, a pained expression on her face. She knew I wouldn't listen. She knew I was too far gone. But I had to. Casper was the only one who could save me from myself. He was the only one who could make me beautiful. He was the only one who could love me. And if that meant starving myself until I was thin enough for him, then so be it. I would do anything. Anything to keep him.