His Luna In Name Only: His Plus-Sized Mate

The Alpha says you can’t go anywhere

Mirellie

When I opened my eyes, it took me a moment to remember where I was.

The ceiling above me came into focus slowly, the cracks and water stains familiar from the night before. My head throbbed faintly, a dull reminder of everything that had happened, and my body felt heavy, like I had not rested at all.

Because I hadn’t.

Sleep had taken me eventually, but it hadn’t been kind. It had dragged me under just long enough for exhaustion to win before abandoning me to a night filled with restless dreams and half-formed thoughts. I woke up feeling just as tired as when I had fallen asleep.

For several moments, I remained still, staring at the ceiling and listening to the silence surrounding me.

No laughter, no voices and no sounds beyond the occasional rustle of leaves outside. The quiet felt strange and empty.

It made everything feel more real somehow.

Slowly, I pushed myself upright. My muscles protested immediately. Every part of me ached. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my arms, trying to chase away the lingering chill that clung stubbornly to my skin.

Morning light filtered through the small window. It illuminated the room clearly now.

The morning light revealed the rough walls, the worn floor and the corners I had cleaned myself the day before. The tiny room was supposed to be mine, yet as I looked around, I felt no comfort or attachment to it. No sense of belonging. Only quiet acceptance.

This was where I lived now. I pushed myself to my feet and made my way toward the door. The hinges creaked softly as I stepped outside. Cool morning air brushed against my face, and I inhaled deeply. For a brief moment, everything felt peaceful.

Then my gaze landed on the main house. Evander’s house. It stood exactly where it had yesterday, large and imposing against the morning sky. Nothing about it had changed, yet somehow it felt different now. Perhaps because yesterday I had still been hoping things might improve. Today, I knew exactly where I stood.

My eyes drifted around the compound. The small building I occupied wasn’t connected to the main house. It sat near the servant quarters and storage buildings, tucked away where visitors would never accidentally wander.

Away from importance. Away from notice. Away from him.

Lucas’ words from yesterday echoed through my mind.

The Alpha does not keep his Luna far.

A sound escaped me before I could stop it. Soft at first, then louder. A short, brittle laugh slipped from my lips.

Not because anything was funny.

Because sometimes laughing was easier than crying.

Maybe this wasn’t considered far. Technically, we still lived within the same compound. We breathed the same air and slept beneath the same sky.

Perhaps that counted for something.

The thought was so absurd that another laugh threatened to escape me. It faded almost immediately, leaving behind the familiar heaviness that had taken up permanent residence inside my chest.

I turned away from the house and headed toward the servant quarters. It wasn’t long before I discovered another unpleasant surprise.

There was no private bathroom. Of course there wasn’t. Why would there be?

I followed the path toward the shared facilities. The moment I entered, several heads turned.

Whispers followed me the moment I entered but I ignored them. I had spent most of my life being whispered about. At some point, it stopped being surprising. Someone brushed past me hard enough to knock my shoulder sideways.

“Watch it,” a woman muttered beneath her breath.

The impact wasn’t accidental. Neither was the smirk she gave me afterward. I said nothing and continued inside.

The bathroom was crowded and humid. Several servants glanced at me before quickly looking away again. One woman scoffed quietly. Another leaned toward her friend and whispered something that made them both laugh.

Neither bothered lowering their voices. I focused on what I came there to do and nothing else.

When I finished and stepped back outside, another servant deliberately lingered in my path. Just long enough to make her point before moving aside.

“Luna,” she said sweetly.

The title sounded more like an insult than a greeting. I walked around her without responding. My silence annoyed her far more than any argument would have.

The kitchen proved even worse.

The smell of fresh bread and hot food greeted me immediately, making my stomach growl in protest. Servants rushed back and forth carrying trays piled high with breakfast. Fruit. Pastries. Fresh meat. Tea. Coffee.

Everything looked wonderful. None of it belonged to me. I watched as plates were arranged with meticulous care before being loaded onto silver serving trays destined for the main house.

For the Alpha and for Calliope.bMy chest tightened. I hated that thought. Hated that it still had the power to hurt.

“I thought the Luna ate in the main house,” someone remarked behind me.

A second voice laughed softly. "Only if she’s invited.”

Heat crept into my face. I turned and walked away before. they could see the effect their words had. By the time I returned to my room, my appetite had disappeared completely. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. For several moments, I simply stood there.

The tears threatened. I could feel them gathering, pressing against the backs of my eyes, demanding release. I squeezed my eyes shut.

No. I was tired of crying. Tired of feeling sorry for myself. Tired of letting people see how much they could hurt me. Eventually, the feeling receded. Not completely but enough.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed away from the door and moved toward the small dresser. My clinic uniform rested neatly on top.

Relief washed through me instantly. The clinic. I still had the clinic. I still had work. The one place where I wasn’t completely invisible. The one place where I wasn’t simply the unwanted Luna.

When I worked, people needed me. Patients trusted me. My existence mattered. I couldn’t lose that too. I wouldn’t. Determination settled inside me.

I changed quickly, tied my hair back and grabbed my work bag before heading for the door.

The walk toward the estate gates felt longer than usual. Perhaps because it was the first thing I had genuinely looked forward to since waking up.

Every step carried me closer to normalcy. Closer to myself.

By the time the gates came into view, some of the tension inside me had eased.

Then I saw the guards. Two stood at the entrance. I continued walking. Neither moved. That should have been my first warning.

I approached anyway. Only for one of them to step forward and block my path. I stopped. Confusion immediately replaced the small sense of relief I had been holding onto.

“I need to get to the clinic,” I said calmly.

The guards exchanged a glance but neither tepped aside. A knot slowly formed in my stomach.

“The Alpha says you can’t leave the estate.”

The words landed quietly. Yet somehow they echoed louder than everything else. I stared at him, certain I had misheard.

“What?”

The single word escaped before I could stop it.