Plus Size Luna Obsession

Chapter 14

Aurora's POV

The cold wind blew through the open window of the safehouse, bringing the smell of rain and wet dirt into the quiet room.

I sat on the edge of a small wooden bed, staring down at my boots. My whole body felt sore. My left shoulder was still tight from where the venom had entered my skin days ago, and my chest throbbed with a slow, heavy pain. The broken bond between me and Smith was like a fire that refused to go out, constantly reminding me that my time was running out if I kept pushing him away.

The door opened with a soft creak.

Smith walked in holding a warm ceramic bowl and a clean cloth. He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt that stretched tight across his broad chest, and his dark skin looked warm under the yellow light of the small lamp on the nightstand. He looked big, powerful, and terrifying to the rest of the world, but as he stepped into the room, his grey eyes were soft and focused only on me.

"You're thinking too much again, wildcat," Smith said quietly, his deep voice filling the quiet room.

"I'm not thinking," I lied, pulling my eyes away from him. "I'm just listening to the rain."

"You're a terrible liar," he said softly.

He didn't stand over me or try to command me like a Supreme Alpha. Instead, he pulled a small wooden chair close to the bed and sat down right in front of me. His long legs brushed against my thighs, sending a small spark of warmth straight through my pants. My wolf stirred inside my chest, letting out a small, satisfied sigh that made my face feel hot.

Smith set the bowl on the nightstand and reached out. His large, warm hand gently took hold of my right wrist. He didn't squeeze, and he didn't pull. He just held my hand softly, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over my pulse point.

The moment his skin touched mine, the sharp, burning pain in my chest eased. It felt like stepping out of a freezing blizzard and standing right next to a warm fire.

"You don't have to pull away every time I get close," Smith said, his voice dropping low. "I know you're hurt, Aurora. I know what Julian did to you. I know how he made you feel like you were too heavy, too much, or not enough."

Hearing my ex-husband's name made my stomach turn into a tight knot. I tried to pull my hand back, but Smith's fingers tightened just a little bit, holding me firm.

"Don't," Smith murmured, looking straight into my eyes. "Look at me, Aurora."

I looked up. His grey eyes were clear, steady, and filled with something so raw and honest that it made my breath catch in my throat.

"Julian was a fool," Smith said, his voice hard as iron. "He was a weak, cowardly man who couldn't handle a real woman. He tried to break you because he knew he could never match your strength. But I am not Julian."

"Smith..." my voice came out as a quiet whisper.

"I don't want a soft, quiet female who bows her head and says yes to everything I say," Smith continued, taking a step closer as he moved from the chair to kneel on the floor right between my knees. He looked up at me, placing his hands gently on my heavy thighs. "I want you. I want your weight, your power, your loud mouth, and your sharp tongue. I want every single inch of you, Aurora."

My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. No man had ever spoken to me like this before. Julian had spent years telling me to lose weight, telling me my thick hips were ugly, telling me that no powerful Alpha would ever want a fat Beta like me.

Yet here was Smith Calloway, the most powerful Alpha on the continent, kneeling on a dusty floor between my legs, looking at my thick body like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

"You... you really mean that?" I asked, hating how small and vulnerable my voice sounded.

Smith's expression softened completely. He lifted his hands from my thighs and reached up, gently cupping both sides of my face. His hands were large, warm, and rough with scars from years of fighting, but his touch against my cheeks was so gentle it made my eyes sting with tears I refused to shed.

"I have never meant anything more in my life," Smith whispered. "When you rejected me eight months ago, it felt like someone tore my heart out of my chest. But I stayed away because I saw the fear in your eyes. I thought you needed space. But seeing you bleed, seeing you fight alone... I can't do it anymore, Aurora. Let me in. Please."

He leaned in slowly, giving me every second to pull back if I wanted to.

I didn't move. I couldn't move.

When his lips touched mine, a shockwave of heat exploded through my entire body. It wasn't a rough or aggressive kiss. It was slow, deep, and filled with a desperate, hungry devotion that made my whole body shiver. His taste was dark and warm, like cedarwood and rain.

I let out a soft gasp against his mouth, and my hands moved on their own, sliding up his arms to rest on his solid shoulders. The moment my fingers touched his skin, my wolf let out a loud, happy roar inside my mind, completely surrendering to the bond.

The burning pain in my chest vanished completely, replaced by a deep, beautiful warmth that spread all the way to my fingertips.

Smith groaned softly against my lips, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling my heavy frame securely against his chest. He held me so tightly, pressing his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent like a starving man finally getting a taste of food.

"My Luna," he growled low against my skin, making a shiver run down my spine. "My thick, beautiful Luna."

Before I could answer, the door swung open without a knock.

Rio walked into the room holding a tactical map. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Smith kneeling between my legs with his head resting against my neck, and me holding onto Smith's shoulders.

Rio didn't look angry or jealous. Instead, a dark, satisfied glint appeared in his dark eyes, and a small, rare smile touched his lips.

"It's about time," Rio said quietly, closing the door behind him with his boot. "The two of you were driving the rest of us crazy with all that tension."

My face burned hot, and I tried to push Smith back, but Smith didn't move an inch. He kept one arm locked firmly around my waist, turning his head to glare playfully at his head of security.

"Do you ever learn how to knock, Santos?" Smith asked, though there was no real anger in his voice.

"Not when we have a problem to solve," Rio replied, stepping closer to the bed and laying the map out on the small table. "Marcus just checked the outer border. Someone left another marker near the old bridge. It's not a dagger this time."

I sat up straight, pulling myself out of Smith's hold, though he kept one hand resting warmly on my knee. "What was it?"

Rio reached into his tactical pocket and pulled out a small piece of dark silk fabric. He laid it gently on the map right in front of us.

Written on the silk in red ink were three simple words:

WE HAVE ZARA.

My blood ran completely cold. The warm feeling in my chest turned to ice in a single second. Zara was my best friend. She was the one protecting Maya outside the pack lines.

"No," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked up at the two men standing beside me. "No, no, no..."

Smith stood up instantly, his hand leaving my knee to wrap firmly around my shoulder, pulling me against his side as the Alpha fury returned to his eyes.

"They made a mistake," Smith said, his voice dropping into a terrifying growl. "They just gave us a reason to stop playing defensive."