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.

to me and my dad wasn’t about to abandon me, so he

I was two years old, my dad met his

father said no and said he was responsible for

he loved me or

just responsible for

then my dad and

my dad and Jules dote on

responsibility for me but didn’t really want

took complete advantage of my

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

that, I had to attend to my sister Rachel and be at her beck and

old, my room was giving to

of dollars to have a

boxes and sent to the

attic became

ever saw me, so he didn’t have to acknowledge me or provide me with the same benefits or privileges that my sister

regarded me as the help instead

would always treat

would insult

it a point to try and

a result, Rachel started treating me

away from here, but my prayers fell on deaf ears,

stayed out of Jules and

I was

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

a month to get rest and fresh air,

my day of solitude every month and it has helped to keep me balanced and find peace to continue for another month of working from morning until the

Roxie says

smile plays

time I have felt excited with

The moon goddess made Alpha Cullen my fated

hear Rachel say how handsome is he and that he

pictures of him in

she daydreams all

been vying for his attention, but she doesn’t turn

years old, and because I’m never allowed out and my only day off

the pictures do

He is very attractive.

from the Omegas that have mates, that fated mates are the moon goddess’ will and

the other’s life and complement each

be an

believe it

love or want me, but I have seen how he looks at

It’s unconditional.

I used to dream about having that

To be cherished, WANTED.

never thought I would be either, so imagine my surprise that Alpha Cullen turns out

but realized quickly, he doesn’t look as

looks like a mix

he is our mate?

mate! Go to him Rebel!

to walk

a step, he

must be

could never be mated