THE RISE OF THE CHUBBY LUNA

Too much

CHAPTER FOUR: TOO MUCH

Evelyn’s POV

The next morning came far too quickly.

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his sharp gaze, the way he looked at me like I was something he didn’t understand… or didn’t want to.

By the time Nora arrived, I was already dressed in one of my usual loose outfits, my worn bag clutched tightly in my hand.

“You ready?” she asked gently.

I hesitated inwardly, but nodded anyways.

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The packhouse stood tall and imposing as we approached it, even more intimidating in daylight. The golden light from the rising sun reflected off its high windows, making it look almost unreal like a place meant for people… but not someone like me.

My steps slowed as we reached the entrance.

Nora noticed immediately. “Hey,” she said softly, nudging my shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

I forced a small smile.

Before I could respond, the large doors opened and standing there Was Beta Damien.

He was composed, unreadable, and waiting.

“Evelyn,” he greeted with a short nod.

“Beta,” I replied quietly.

His gaze shifted briefly to Nora, then back to me.

“You’re expected,” he said. “Come.”

Nora stepped forward slightly. “I’ll come with her”

“No,” Damien cut in firmly. The word was calm, but final.

Nora frowned. “She’s not used to being around people.”

“She won’t be needing you inside,” Damien said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I felt Nora stiffen beside me. For a moment, I thought she might protest again, but then she looked at me and smiled.

“I’ll be nearby,” she whispered. “If anything happens.”

“I know,” I said, managing a small nod.

Reluctantly, she stepped back and just like that, I was alone.

Inside, everything felt… too much. The packhouse was too large, too clean, and too perfect.

My footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors as I followed Damien further in.

Servants moved quietly around us, but I could feel their eyes watching, judging, and whispering.

Damien stopped abruptly. Two young omegas stood nearby, their heads lowered respectfully.

“Take her to the washroom,” he ordered. “Prepare her.”

Prepare me? I blinked, confused, but didn’t question it.

The omegas nodded quickly. “Yes, Beta.”

Damien turned to leave, pausing only briefly.

“You are to be presentable when you meet the Alpha,” he added without looking back, and without a word, he was gone.

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The omegas led me down a long hallway, their steps quick and slightly nervous.

“Th-this way,” one of them said, glancing at me with wide eyes.

I followed quietly, clutching my bag tighter.

They brought me into a room unlike anything I had ever seen.

The washroom was massive with marble floors, a large bathing area, and soft steam already filling the air.

I hesitated at the entrance.

“You can… leave your things here,” the other omega said gently.

I nodded slowly. Everything felt unreal.

They helped me into the bath, the warm water instantly wrapping around me. I wasn’t used to this kind of life of being cared for, or being handled gently.

It felt strange and almost uncomfortable.

As they worked, washing my hair and skin carefully, I could hear them whispering softly to each other.

“Is she really the one the Alpha brought in?”

“I heard she calmed him…”

“But… do you think he’ll like her?”

“I don’t know… but Beta Damien seemed serious…”

I lowered my gaze, pretending not to hear because I didn’t have the answer either.

After the bath, they led me into another room and this one was even more overwhelming.

A large bed sat at the center, covered in soft fabrics. The walls were decorated elegantly, the air scented lightly with something calming.

“This is… for me?” I asked quietly.

“Yes,” one of them said, smiling slightly. “It’s your room now.”

My room? The words didn’t settle right. I had never had anything like this before.

Slowly, I sat on the edge of the bed. It was… soft like I didn’t belong touching it.

The omegas moved around me, bringing out oils and clothing.

“Please sit still,” one said gently.

I obeyed, and they began applying scented oils to my skin, their movements careful and respectful.

I wasn’t used to being touched like this. Not with care, and not even with attention.

Then came the dress.

It was silky, deep green, far too beautiful, and far too expensive.

“Put this on,” they said.

I hesitated. “This is for someone else,” I murmured.

“No,” they insisted softly. “It’s for you.”

Slowly, I changed into it. The moment the fabric settled against my skin, I felt… exposed.

It fit perfectly, but It followed the shape of my body instead of hiding it like my usual clothes.

My arms felt bare, and my figure was too visible.

I instinctively tried to adjust it, pulling slightly at the fabric.

“I’m not used to this,” I admitted quietly.

“You look beautiful,” one of them said sincerely.

I didn’t respond because I didn’t know how to believe that.

They began combing out my hair gently, smoothing it carefully.

For a moment, everything felt calm, then It changed. The air shifted, and became heavy and cold.

The omegas froze.

I felt it too. A presence strong, and overwhelming.

Before I could react, the door opened, and he was there.

Alpha Raphael.

He stood at the doorway, his gaze immediately locking onto me.

The room suddenly felt smaller and tighter.

“Leave,” he ordered. His voice was low and controlled, but dangerous.

The omegas didn’t hesitate.

They quickly bowed and rushed out, leaving the door closing softly behind them.

And just like that, We were alone.

My heart began to race again. I stood up slowly, unsure of what to do with my hands.

“Good morning,” I said, forcing a small smile.

He didn’t return it, didn’t even acknowledge it.

His eyes moved over me slowly from my face…To my shoulders…To the rest of me like he was trying to understand something, or to confirm it.

I suddenly felt exposed all over again, or more than before.

He stepped closer, each step slow and measured until he was standing right in front of me.

Then he leaned in, and inhaled the same way he had done the night before like he was searching for something hidden beneath the surface.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest.

I didn’t move, I didn’t even dare to. His presence was too overwhelming and too close that for a moment, neither of us spoke.

“Be in the dining room,” he said, his voice rough, edged with something I couldn’t name, “for breakfast.”

That was it.

No explanation, no acknowledgment, just an order. And before I could respond, he stepped back and walked out of the room leaving behind silence, and a thousand unanswered questions.

I stood there for a long moment not moving, just … trying to understand what had just happened, but nothing made sense to me.

Slowly, I looked down at the dress I was wearing, at the room around me, and at everything that suddenly felt too big, too unfamiliar, and too much.

And all I could think was, what exactly had I been pulled into?