His Luna In Name Only: His Plus-Sized Mate

Painful marking

Mirellie

“No!”

Calliope’s scream tore through the silence, sharp and hysterical.

“That’s not possible!” she cried, her voice breaking as she clutched onto Evander. “This is wrong! Evander is mine!”

The courtyard erupted into chaos. Whispers spread like wildfire, voices rising over each other as confusion turned into shock.

I couldn’t move. I stood where I was, my body still, my mind struggling to catch up with everything happening around me.

My mate.

Alpha Evander was my mate.

The same man my sister loved. The same man everyone had already decided belonged to her.

A cold weight settled in my chest. This wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel like the kind of blessing people spoke about. It felt like a mistake.

“This is a mistake.” Evander’s voice cut through the noise, low but firm. Echoing the words in my head.

The courtyard fell quiet again. He stepped forward slightly, gently but firmly removing Calliope from his arms. His gaze was fixed on me, his expression hard.

“This bond is wrong,” he continued. “I love Calliope. Everyone here knows that. She is the one who was meant to stand beside me.”

My chest tightened, something sour settling deep inside me.

“I won’t accept this,” he added, his voice colder now. “The Moon Goddess has made a mistake.”

Our pack elder, Elder Theophilus, stepped forward slowly with a dark expression.

“You will watch your words, Alpha,” he said, his tone carrying authority that pressed against the air itself. “To speak against the Moon Goddess is to question the very order that governs us.”

Evander didn’t back down.

“Then explain this,” he shot back. “Explain why my mate would be someone I have never wanted. Someone that looks like—” he cut himself off but the look of disgust on his face said everything he didn’t voice out.

I wasn’t like Calliope. I wasn’t slim or delicate. I didn’t move like I belonged in a room full of people. I didn’t know how to command attention without trying.

I was everything he would never choose. And now… he didn’t even have the option to. The realization settled deep, sharp and humiliating.

He was being forced to stand beside a fat girl like me… as his Luna.

My chest tightened painfully. Tears burned behind my eyes, threatening to fall, but I clenched my jaw and held them back.

I wouldn’t cry here. Not in front of them. Not in front of him.

A soft, broken whine echoed inside me as my wolf cried because of his rejection.

“You think I want this too?” I asked, the words spilling out before I could stop myself. “You think I want to be mated to the man who belonged to my sister?”

Evander’s jaw clenched as he glared at me, his eyes shining with hate. He took a step forward and was about to speak but Callopie cut in.

“Of course you’re happy! You’re happy he’s now yours. You have always been jealous of our relationship and have tried to sabotage it more than once!” She shirked.

I turned towards my twins, my lips lifting in a self-deprecating smile.

“You and I know I’ve never been jealous of you.”

“Reject me, Mirellie!” Evander commanded, his voice laced with Alpha authority and before I could stop myself, my mouth began to move under his command.

“I, Mirellie—”

“Take that back!” The elder snapped, his voice filled with unsurpassed anger, “Take that back right now Evander or even your Callopie won’t be spared from the wrath of the moon goddess.”

Evander gritted his teeth stubbornly but said nothing.

“—Adam’s, reject you—”

“Evander!” The elder howled in anger.

“—Evander Ackers—”

I saw a flicker of pain cross Evander’s face. His expression twisted as he lifted a hand to clutch his head.

“Stop! Stop it this instant!” he snapped.

The crushing weight of his Alpha command lifted from my body, and I sagged forward, drained.

I looked at him, bitterness rising in my chest. He hated me that much. Enough to risk his life… and Calliope’s… just to avoid being bound to me.

Was I really that undesirable? That unwanted?

He only stopped me because he felt it—the pain of the rejection. If it had been me first… would he have let it continue?

“Evander, you cannot do this!” the elder’s voice rang out, strained with urgency. “You are the Alpha. You know the consequences of forcing your mage to reject you. Mirellie will die instantly. You will suffer slowly—and in the end, you will follow the same fate.”

He stepped closer, his voice hardening.

“You may love Calliope now, but is it worth your life?”

A heavy silence fell.

“Calliope did not even receive her wolf,” he added. “She is wolfless.”

Murmurs broke through the crowd, low and uneasy, as the pack processed everything unfolding before them.

“Calliope is pregnant with the Alpha’s heir,” my mother announced, her voice cutting through the noise. She lifted the ultrasound report high, waving it for all to see. “Pregnant women cannot change into their wolf’s form. That explains why Callopie did not get her wolf.”

The entire courtyard stilled. Then gasps of shock filled the air. And just like that, everything shifted.

“A child?”

“The Alpha’s heir…”

“That explains it…”

Relief and excitement spread quickly through the crowd, washing away the earlier tension. Just like that, all the attention shifted back to my twin. Her chin lifted again—arrogant, assured—as she stepped forward and slipped her arms possessively around Evander’s.

“We were supposed to make the announcement tonight, and the news of the baby would be celebrated alongside my Luna ceremony, but… alas—”

Calliope tried to smile, as if to soften the moment, but I saw it—the tightness in her eyes, the strain behind her smile.

It didn’t matter. The pack surged forward anyway.

Voices overlapped as congratulations poured in.

“Congratulations!”

“The Alpha’s heir!”

“This is wonderful news!”

People rushed toward them, eager, excited—desperate to be part of something worth celebrating.

And in their haste, they pushed past me. Shoulders knocked into mine. Elbows dug into my arms. Someone stepped hard on my foot, and I sucked in a sharp breath, stumbling back.

No one apologized. No one even noticed.

Amanda brushed past me next, her shoulder slamming into mine harder than necessary. Her friends followed, one of them deliberately stepping on my foot again.

“Stay where you belong, fatty.” Amanda hissed under her breath.

I said nothing. I just stepped back. Further and further until I was no longer part of it.

I stood there, not for the first time in my life, like an outsider… watching as they celebrated my sister.

My mother beamed, pride radiating from her face as she stood beside Calliope, speaking animatedly to anyone who would listen.

Evander…

My chest tightened. Just minutes ago, he had been glaring at me like I was something he couldn’t stand.

Now, as he looked at Calliope, something in his expression softened. His hand rested naturally at her back.

I forced myself to look away and swallowed the lump I. my throat.

My gaze landed on the elder. Elder Theophilus stood stiffly at the front, his expression dark, his hands clenched behind his back. He looked close to snapping. For a man nearing eighty, I had never seen him look so… old, tired and frustrated.

His gaze swept over the crowd, over the chaos, over the way everything had spiraled out of control.

“Enough!” His voice cracked through the courtyard like a whip.

The noise faltered. Not completely but enough for every one to be able to hear him.

“It is getting late,” he continued sharply. “We will proceed with the Luna ceremony. Everyone return to your positions!”

Reluctantly, the pack began to settle, though murmurs still lingered in the air. His gaze shifted to Calliope.

“You will step aside.”

Her face fell instantly. For a moment, it looked like she might refuse. Like she might scream again, curse, fight. But my mother stepped forward quickly, her grip tightening around Calliope’s arm as she pulled her back.

“Just for a moment,” she murmured under her breath, though her tone held warning.

Calliope didn’t argue but the look she shot me was filled with maliciousness.

The elder’s gaze turned to me.

“Mirellie, step forward.”

My body felt heavy as I moved. Like my legs didn’t belong to me. Like each step was dragging me somewhere I wasn’t meant to be.

Still… I walked. I stepped into the space beside Evander. Beside my mate, but he didn’t look at me.

Not once.

Not even as I stopped beside him. Not even as the elder began to speak.

The ceremony was short. Painfully so.

Words were spoken—formal, cold, empty. When the time came for us to mark each other, Evander’s fangs sank into the side of my neck, sealing the mating bond between us. I had heard stories about this moment my entire life—how beautiful it was to bear your mate’s mark, how the pain was supposed to melt into pleasure because your mate would instinctively soothe it.

That wasn’t what happened to me.

The moment his fangs pierced my skin, agony exploded through my body. Pain slithered from my neck into every nerve, every bone, until it felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside. A silent scream lodged itself in my throat, my knees nearly giving out beneath me as darkness crowded the edges of my vision.

There was no comfort. No tenderness. No instinctive soothing from him.

Only pain.

And when it was finally over, relief hit me so hard I nearly collapsed from it.

When it was my turn to mark him, I still couldn’t bring myself to hurt him despite everything. Even after his rejection, after the disgust in his eyes, after the humiliation he had put me through, I was still careful with him.

Pathetic, wasn’t I?

After that, a new title was placed upon me. A role forced onto my shoulders.

And just like that, it was done.

There was no applause. No celebration, no acknowledgment.

The moment passed like it meant nothing. Because to them, It didn’t.

The second it was over, the crowd’s attention shifted again back to Calliope.

Laughter rose once more. Congratulations resumed. The energy lifted, bright and alive again—but not for me.

Never for me.

Evander left my side and walked to Callopie. His hand found hers again, steadying her as she leaned into him, his attention fixed entirely on her like I didn’t exist.

Like I had never existed.

My throat tightened, something sharp and unbearable rising in my chest. I lowered my gaze, forcing myself to breathe.

I had everything. The bond and the title. And yet, I had nothing.

The mating mark on my neck throbbed painfully.

I was the one carrying Evander’s mating mark, yet my sister was the one who had him.