His Plump Mate

Rebel POV

It’s a rare day off for me.

I’m so excited that I make myself some brisket sandwiches, with the leftover brisket I made earlier in the week.

I like smoking my own meats, but my family thinks it’s not refined enough for their social status.

Being a Beta’s daughter, I have a very healthy appetite.

I train privately with my dad, so I’m strong.

I’m not allowed to go to the training grounds, because my family is embarrassed of me.

Even though I am strong and I can fight and defend myself, I don’t look the part.

While other she-wolves are thin and beautiful, with soft curves and still muscular, I am chubby.

At 5’9” and 180lbs, I’m not exactly fitting the mold.

But that is okay with me.

I like to work out, but I also like food.

Both are essential, and while apparently, I don’t have the wolf gene that would keep me looking fit, I figure there is a reason why I am built this way, and no one has been smart enough to figure it out yet.

Aside from how I look, the main reason I’m not allowed to go to the training grounds and train with everyone else, is because I’m my father’s dirty little secret.

He is embarrassed that I am a love child.

The illegitimate daughter of the former beta of the Ironclaw pack.

His reputation takes precedence over the life of his first daughter.

Of course, he doesn’t treat my half-sister Rachel that way.

She got to go to school and make friends, learn alongside classmates, go to outings with the groups and all other things pups get to do when they are young.

My father taught me to read, write, and basic math.

He gave me books to read and told me to learn what I could from them.

In any event, I want to play my guitar and have a solo picnic today.

Roxie, my wolf, needs to be let out.

I don’t get to let her out often because my family want to keep up appearances.

It’s sad really, but I don’t let it get me down.

I just have to fake it, til I make it.

I pack up the brisket sandwiches, a couple of salted caramel brownies, some strawberries, a few bottles of water into my backpack, and make my way to the woods.

Roxie wants to go to the lake today and I agree with her.

It’s a beautiful day, and sunlight, fresh air and good food sounds like a perfect afternoon for us both.

“Damn right it is!” Roxie snickers.

She loves our days off.

We only get one day a month.

Otherwise, we are cooking, cleaning and training.

My stepmother, Jules, well, she doesn’t like me at all.

Before my father Harris met his fated mate, he had been in a relationship with my mother.

dad wasn’t about to abandon

my dad met his fated mate,

me gone, but my father said no and

loved me or wanted

just responsible for

dad and Jules had my

and

felt a sense of responsibility for me but didn’t really

took complete advantage of my

was obligated to take care of me, so she was going to allow me to stay in the attic and I would have to

my sister Rachel and

10 years old, my room was giving to

dollars to have a custom

in boxes and sent to the

then, the attic

instead of his daughter if anyone ever saw me, so he didn’t have to acknowledge me or provide me with the same

sister regarded me as the

would always treat me like

insult and

it a point to try and make me feel

a result, Rachel started treating

me away

stayed out of Jules

stayed hidden, since I was my family’s

every morning in private so he wouldn’t be embarrassed to show his chubby, illegitimate and unwanted daughter

to get rest and fresh air, and he conceded, much to my

my day of solitude every month and it has helped to keep me balanced and find peace to continue for

Roxie says loudly,

smile plays on

the first time I have felt excited with

moon goddess

handsome is he and

has pictures of him in her

daydreams all

she doesn’t turn

my only day off is usually spent in solitude, I

the

He is very attractive.

old book my father gave me and heard from the Omegas that have mates, that fated mates are the moon goddess’ will and that they are the other

mates are supposed to complete the other’s life and complement

to be an unconditional

can believe

not love or want me, but I have

It’s unconditional.

younger, I used to dream about having that kind

To be cherished, WANTED.

my surprise

quickly, he doesn’t look as excited

a mix between

sure he is our mate? He doesn’t look happy

mate! Go to him Rebel! I want

to walk towards

a

be a

never be mated