His Plump Mate

Rebel POV

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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

old, my dad met his fated mate,

but my father said no and said he

that he loved me or

just responsible

then my dad and

and

sense of responsibility for me but

advantage of my dad’s

was going to allow me to stay in the attic and I would have to help the omegas with cooking

that, I had to attend to my sister Rachel and

my room was giving to my sister to use as

dad spent thousands of dollars to have a

things were chucked in boxes and

the attic became

ever saw me, so he didn’t have to acknowledge me or provide

the years, my sister regarded me

treat me like

insult and

made it a point to try

started treating me the same

goddess to take me away from here, but my prayers fell on deaf ears,

stayed out of Jules and Rachel’s

since I was my family’s

my dad every morning in private so he wouldn’t be embarrassed to show his chubby,

a month to get rest and fresh air, and he

to keep me balanced and find peace to continue for another month of working

says loudly,

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smile plays on

I have felt excited with

moon goddess made Alpha Cullen

Rachel say how handsome is he and

pictures of

all the time

been vying for his attention, but she

allowed out and my only day off is usually

the pictures do

He is very attractive.

an 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

to complete the other’s life and

supposed to be an

believe

or want me, but

It’s unconditional.

was younger, I used to dream about having that kind of

To be cherished, WANTED.

my

stepped forward, but realized quickly, he doesn’t look

looks like a mix

he is our mate? He

mate! Go to him Rebel! I want our mate!’ she

move to walk towards

as I take a step,

must be a

could never be