His Luna In Name Only: His Plus-Sized Mate

Vacate the room

Mirellie

Evander’s house was bigger than my father’s house. And colder.

Everything about it felt… distant. Polished floors, tall walls, large windows that let in too much light.

It didn’t feel like a home. But what other choice did I have?

I had returned this morning to find that my mother had kept her word. My things were outside—dumped carelessly.

Last night, when everyone went back to celebrating my sister, I slipped away quietly. I shifted and ran straight into the woods.

I spent the night in my wolf’s form, curled up on the cold, bare ground, crying until there was nothing left.

When I came back at dawn, my belongings were waiting for me outside.

I sat beside them for a long time, just staring ahead, my vision blurred. Servants walked past me like I wasn’t there.

None of them even looked at me. I had no friends to go to. No place to stay.

I was the Luna of the pack. And I was homeless. A Luna… in name only.

I was still trying to figure out what to do when a pickup truck pulled up in front of me. Lucas, the pack’s Beta, stepped out and told me Evander had sent him.

I was to move into the Alpha’s house. Because I was Luna now.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. Grateful? Humiliated? Relieved?

Maybe all of it. Or maybe nothing at all.

I just nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t say anything else. Neither did I. It didn’t take long. I didn’t have much.

Within minutes, everything I owned was loaded into the truck. And just like that, I was no longer part of my parents’ home.

Lucas helped carry my things inside, setting them down in one of the rooms upstairs before leaving without a word.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at the space. It was larger than my old room. Cleaner and better with two large windows. My old room offered no ventilation.

Even with all of this, the room didn’t feel like mine. It felt like I stole it from my sister.

I pushed that thought aside and stepped in because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

I started unpacking slowly, placing my things where they could fit, trying to make sense of the space, trying to make it feel like something more than just another place I was tolerated in.

I had just finished arranging a few of my clothes when voices drifted down the hallway.

Calliope’s and Evander’s.

“I want the largest room on this floor. The one with the balcony,” she was saying, her voice clear, loud enough for anyone to hear. “I need space to move around. I can’t walk all the way to the garden just to get some fresh air.”

She paused briefly before continuing.

“And I’ll need another room for the baby. I want everything close to me.”

My hands stilled, and their footsteps grew closer. The door opened.

Calliope stepped in first, her eyes landing on me. She didn’t look shocked to see me there.

“Oh… sister,” she said softly, a small smile forming on her lips. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Behind her, Evander stood silent and watching. Not speaking or even bothering to acknowledge my presence.

His dark shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, the collar high enough to completely hide the mating mark I knew rested beneath it. My chest tightened painfully at the sight.

He was hiding it. Hiding me. As if he was ashamed for the world to know he belonged to me.

My fingers lifted unconsciously to my own neck where the mark still throbbed beneath my skin, swollen and painful from the ceremony. Unlike him, I had no way to hide it. No high neck too to cover it up. The angry bite rested openly against my throat for everyone to see.

Calliope’s eyes followed the movement immediately. And then I saw it.

The way her gaze locked onto the mark viciously. The softness on her face cracked for a split second, revealing something ugly beneath it. Hatred. Pure hatred.

She stared at the mark like she wanted to carve it out of my skin with her bare hands.

A cold shiver crawled down my spine because I knew my sister.

If Calliope truly believed she could get away with it… she would.

Then, just as quickly, the expression vanished behind another gentle smile.

Calliope walked further into the room, her gaze sweeping over the space before returning to me.

“I actually came to check this room,” she continued, her tone gentle, almost apologetic. “It will be perfect for the baby. It gets enough light, and it’s close to mine.”

She placed a hand lightly over her stomach.

“It will be for the baby.”

My chest tightened slightly.

“I’ve already started settling in here,” I said quietly.

Her smile faltered just for a second before tears filled her eyes.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’re bullying me… even now.”

I froze.

“I picked this room first,” she continued, her voice rising as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Before you tried to take everything from me.”

My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

“I didn’t take anything from you,” I said.

But she shook her head immediately.

“You did,” she whispered. “You took Evander. And now you want to take this too?”

Her hand tightened over her stomach.

“You know I need this room. For the baby.”

The words hung in the air. Heavy and accusing. She was doing it again—making me the problem. I didn’t even pick the room by myself.

“I just want a place to stay,” I said, my voice quieter now.

Calliope let out a soft, broken sob.

“Why are you making this so hard?” she cried. “Why can’t you just understand? This isn’t just about me anymore. It is about the Alpha’s heir.”

The silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable.

“Mirellie.” Evander finally spoke. His voice was icy cold.

My breath stilled as he stepped forward slightly, his gaze finally meeting mine. His eyes held no emotion. They were empty and detached. So different from the way he looked at my sister.

This man was my mate.

The mating mark on my neck throbbed painfully, the skin around it still swollen and inflamed from the ceremony. Instinctively, my fingers lifted to touch it, but the moment my fingertips brushed the tender skin, pain shot through me sharply enough to make me flinch.

With time, it would heal. The wound would settle into Evander’s wolf mark, permanently etched into my skin for the rest of my life. A symbol that I belonged to him. That I was mated.

I hated it. The thought came suddenly and viciously.

I wished I could claw it off my skin. But the moment the thought formed, something inside me recoiled violently. My wolf whimpered in distress, and nausea twisted painfully in my stomach as if my body itself rejected the idea.

The mark pulsed again against my neck. I felt cursed by it.

“Vacate the room. Calliope needs it.”

The words landed softly, but they cut deeper than anything else.

For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I didn’t even know how to react. My throat tightened with emotion, and tears of bitterness filled my eyes.

I nodded. “Okay.”

That was all. Calliope’s tears stopped almost instantly. And as I turned to gather my things, my eyes met hers.

She gave me a small, satisfied smile as she mouthed—

“Fat bitch.”