His Plus Sized Breeder Secret Heir

Elma The Moon Festival was always beautiful, but tonight felt different. It was supposed to be a celebration. Tonight, the entire pack gathered to watch Liam take his rightful place as Alpha. I should be ecstatic. I had spent weeks helping design the festival banners, imagining how proud I’d feel seeing Liam step up onto that stage. But my stomach was in knots. A sudden, sharp elbow dug into my ribs, making me jump. "Why are you moody?" Nadia asked, sliding into the space beside me. "Elma, seriously. Look around. Everyone is drinking, dancing, and trying to scent their future husbands, and you look like you're attending a funeral." "Oh, please, Nadia. I’m just not in the mood." "It’s Liam, right?" Nadia sighed, leaning closer. "I know he’s been acting so differently lately. He hasn't spoken to you in weeks, has he?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to force a neutral expression. "Oh, it’s nothing, Nadia. It’s just the pack's pressure. After all, he’s taking over and becoming the heir tonight. It’s just the massive responsibilities that come with it." "He shouldn't be freezing you out, though." "You two used to be inseparable." I let out a tired sigh. I wanted to believe my own excuses, but the truth burned. Liam had become a stranger. My childhood friend, the boy who used to share his jacket with me, had turned into a ruthless, unreadable man. A shoulder slammed violently into my side. The force of it sent me stumbling backward, my knee catching the edge of a bench. "Watch where you’re standing, pig!" Mirabella smirked, stopping right in front of me with two of her loyal followers flanking her. Her dress is low, practically dripping with expensive jewels. She looked down at me, her eyes filled with absolute disgust. "Honestly, Elma, what were you thinking showing up to the mating festivals?" “Hoping to find a mate?” Mirabella laughed, drawing the attention of several nearby wolves. "Look at you. You’re spilling out of that cheap dress. No high-ranking wolf is ever going to choose a plus-sized pathetic thing like you. You're a joke." Nadia stepped forward, her face flushing with anger. "Shut your mouth, Mirabella! You don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, please," Mirabella sneered, ignoring Nadia completely as she kept her vicious gaze locked on me. "I’m just telling the truth. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, and she definitely wouldn't burden an elite warrior with... whatever this is. Go back to the kitchens where you belong!" My cheeks burned with a deep, humiliating heat. I was used to her remarks—but tonight, with everyone watching, it hurt. Mirabella tossed her glossy hair over her shoulder, letting out a dramatic giggle as she turned her back on us. "Come on, girls. Let's go greet the new Alpha. Real men like Liam need real women." I watched them walk across the clearing toward the VIP deck where Liam was standing. Mirabella immediately threw herself into his sight, laughing loudly and flaunting herself. Liam didn't smile, but he didn't push her away either. His dark eyes remained fixed on the crowd, utterly detached. "Don't listen to her, Elma," Nadia whispered, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "She's a venomous snake." "I need to get water," I choked out, pulling away from her touch. "Do you want me to come with you?" "No." "Just stay here. I'll be right back." I turned and walked as fast as my legs could carry me, desperate to escape the heat of the fire and the mocking whispers of the pack. The cool night air hit my face, but it didn't do anything to stop the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, cursing my own vulnerability. Why did I care so much? Why did I let her get to me? "Elma." I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right in the middle of the stone path, completely cutting off my route, was Liam. He had his hands buried in the pockets of his trousers. He took a step toward me, his dark eyes scanning my face with a terrifying intensity. "Are you okay?" I let out a bitter laugh, the humiliation from minutes ago morphing into a sudden, reckless anger. "Are you seriously asking me that right now, Liam?" "I'm asking you a direct question, Elma. Don't play games with me." "I'm playing games?" I took a step toward him, completely forgetting the hierarchy, forgetting that he was about to be crowned the most powerful wolf in the territory. "You haven't looked at me in months. You treat me like I'm invisible. I get humiliated in front of the entire pack by Mirabella, and you just stand there on your little throne like you don't even know who I am. And now you want to meet me halfway in the dark and ask if I'm okay?" "You don't understand the pressure I'm under." "I have to think about the pack, Elma. I don't have time for this." "Then why did you follow me?" "If you're so busy being the perfect future Alpha, go back to Mirabella. Go back to your adoring fans and leave me alone!" "I followed you because I wanted to," he growled, taking another step forward, closing the distance between us. "And you will not tell me what to do." "I don't care what you do anymore, Liam! You've been so withdrawn, so cold, so heartless—" Snap. The words completely died in my throat. Liam let out a low growl. His dark eyes were no longer human. "Mate," he breathed. "Liam..." I whimpered. My fingers locked into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. Every insecurity, every bit of pain Mirabella had inflicted, vanished, completely consumed by the sudden, burning need for his touch. He didn't give me time to think. He didn't give me time to process the sheer chaos of what this meant for the pack. Liam lifted me effortlessly, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he drove me backward, slamming my back gently against the trunk of a massive tree. His mouth crashed down onto mine with a lawless, hungry possessiveness that stole the very breath from my lungs. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claim. His tongue demanded entry, tasting me, consuming me, while his large hands gripped my hips, pulling my center firmly against his core. "You're mine," he growled against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Mine, Elma. No one else's." Before I could even form a coherent thought, his lips slid down my jawline, tracing a path of pure fire to the sensitive crook of my neck. I arched into him, my wolf crying out for the final seal. With a warning growl, his canines pierced my skin. A burst of pain was immediately swallowed by an explosion of euphoric, blinding pleasure as his venom flooded my system, marking me permanently as his. I screamed. Without breaking the connection, Liam carried me deeper into the dark woods, bypassing the festival entirely, straight toward the private, secluded cabin reserved only for the Alpha heir. He kicked the door open tossing me onto fur blankets of the bed. Every touch of his hands on my curves was worshipful, his dark eyes fixed on mine as he stripped away the cheap silk dress, leaving me completely bare beneath his intense gaze. When he leaned down, his voice was a deep, rough whisper that made me shiver. "You are perfect, Elma. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise." Every touch was electric with fire that made me giggle helplessly with delight before the intensity pulled me under again. When he finally came over me, taking my virginity with a slow beautiful possessiveness, I knew my life would never be the same. I woke up tangled in the blankets, the scent of Liam coating every inch of my skin. I turned my head, expecting to see him beside me, but the mattress was cold. Liam was standing, already fully dressed in his Alpha uniform. The light of morning hit his face, and my heart instantly shattered. The warmth from the night was gone. In his place stood the cold leader of the Silver Moon pack. "Put your dress on, Elma." "The elders are waiting at the pavilion. We need to go back, and you are going to tell everyone this was a mistake."