His Luna In Name Only: His Plus-Sized Mate

Mirellie The wind brushed against my skin, soft and warm, carrying the scent of fresh flowers and polished wood from below. I stood on the balcony, my hands resting lightly on the cold railing, my gaze fixed on the chaos unfolding in my father’s compound. Servants rushed across the courtyard with ribbons, lanterns, and long tables draped in gold and ivory cloth. Pack members moved with purpose, laughing, shouting instructions, adjusting decorations that were already perfect. Everything shimmered with anticipation. Everything felt alive. Everything felt like it belonged to her. My twin sister. I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening against the railing as I tried to convince myself that this was for both of us. That today mattered for me too. It was our twenty-first birthday. Our ceremony. Our moment. But even as the thought formed, it collapsed under the weight of truth. This wasn’t mine. It had never been mine. This was Calliope’s day. It had always been Calliope’s day. Tonight, she would finally get her wolf. Tonight, she would stand before the pack and complete the bond they had been whispering about for years. Tonight, she would become Luna. Alpha Evander’s Luna. My lips pressed together, the faintest ache settling in my chest. The entire pack had been waiting for this since she turned eighteen. Three years of anticipation. Three years of admiration. Three years of certainty that she was everything a Luna should be. Beautiful, graceful, perfect. She was everything I wasn’t. Movement below caught my attention, and my eyes drifted down just in time to meet Amanda’s gaze. She stood near the center of the courtyard, dressed already in something elegant despite the early hour, her arms folded as she watched the servants with the kind of boredom that only someone who had never worked a day in her life could possess. Her eyes lifted slowly, deliberately, until they locked onto mine. Her lips curved. Then she mouthed the words. “Fat bitch.” The smile that followed was sharp and cruel. My breath hitched, my chest tightening so suddenly it felt like something had snapped inside me. I looked away immediately, my fingers slipping from the railing as I stepped back. It wasn’t new. None of it was new. I’ve heard these words all my life but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Amanda had been one of Calliope’s closest friends for as long as I could remember. She had also been one of my most consistent tormentors. The kind that didn’t need to raise her voice or lift a hand. The kind that could destroy you with a look, a whisper, a single word. And she was far from the only one. Because I didn’t fit. Because I weighed a little more than what they considered acceptable. Because my body didn’t look like Calliope’s—slim and delicate. Because I didn’t glide when I walked or command attention when I entered a room. I stepped away from the balcony completely, wrapping my arms around myself as if that could somehow hold me together. I should go inside. I should stop looking at something that was never meant for me. I turned toward the doors, my hand just brushing the handle— “—So Evander and I agreed to announce my pregnancy to the pack right after our wolf's bond.” I froze. My body stilled so completely it felt unnatural, like even my heartbeat had paused. “We will be celebrating the new life and my Luna ceremony together.” My eyes widened, my hand tightening on the handle as the words sank in slowly, painfully. Calliope was… pregnant? My mind struggled to catch up, thoughts stumbling over each other in confusion. I hadn’t known. I hadn’t heard anything. No whispers. No rumors. Nothing. How was that even possible? Two weeks ago, she came to the medical center. I’d thought it was just for her regular check up. She must have found out then. My chest tightened, something sharp and unfamiliar twisting inside me. It was not jealousy. It was something hollow. “Well, that’s perfect,” my mother’s voice carried out, warm with approval. “The timing couldn’t be better. My daughter will step into her role as Luna and mother at the same time. The pack will adore her even more.” Their happiness filled the space as they celebrated her. Always for her. I didn’t want to go inside anymore. The thought came suddenly, heavy and suffocating. I couldn’t stand there and listen to them celebrate something I hadn’t even been considered worthy of knowing. I turned back toward the balcony, desperate for air, for space and then I saw them. Amanda and two other girls. They stood just beyond the steps now, closer than before, their attention fixed entirely on me. Waiting, watching and smiling. My stomach dropped. If I went outside, I would walk straight into them. Straight into whatever humiliation they had planned next. Not today. I couldn’t handle it today. Not when everything already felt like it was pressing down on me. I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to turn, to move, to carry me inside despite every instinct telling me to run the other way. The moment I stepped into the house, my mother and sister turned toward me almost in unison, their gazes landing on me like something heavy and unwelcome. “If it isn’t the fatso herself.” My mother’s voice cut through the room, sharp with disgust. There was no hesitation or restraint. I felt the familiar sting of her words, still, I didn’t react. I didn’t flinch. I had learned a long time ago that reacting only made it worse. “You better find your mate tonight,” she continued, her eyes sweeping over me with open disapproval. “Because after today, we are no longer obligated to house you.” The words landed harder than they should have. Not because they were unexpected. But because a small part of me had still hoped that maybe today would be different. That maybe, just once, they would look at me and see something worth keeping. “Maybe she could become my servant,” Calliope’s voice chimed in lightly, almost playfully. “Help me carry my bags and put on my shoes when my belly starts getting in the way.” She giggled, soft and bright, like she had just said something clever. Like it was funny. Their laughter followed as I rushed past them and towards my room, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to spill over. I slammed my door shut and pressed my back against it, forcing the tears back. I wouldn’t cry because of them. I had done that too many times already. I looked around my room slowly. Out of all the rooms in the house, this was the one they gave me—the smallest. It wasn’t even half the size of Calliope’s closet. And soon… even this would be gone. My chest tightened. If I didn’t find my mate tonight—if no one chose me—I would have nowhere to go. Nowhere. My mother wasn’t joking. She never was when it came to me. She had said the same thing three years ago. The day I turned eighteen. The day everything stopped. No more money. No more support. Nothing. I had taken the only job I could find at the medical center, telling myself it would be enough. It wasn’t. Some days, I skipped meals just to make what little I earned last longer. Living in this house didn’t mean I was taken care of. It just meant I had walls around me. That was all. My fingers curled slightly at my sides, my throat tightening. I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve this. Why being a little bigger made me… this unworthy. This unwanted. Even my father hated me when he was alive and left everything to Callopie and my mother. I swallowed hard, the fear settling deeper in my chest. Tonight wasn’t just about getting my wolf. It was the difference between having somewhere to belong or having nothing at all. I slid down slowly until I hit the floor, my voice barely a whisper. “Please… send me my mate, dear Moon Goddess.”