Dumped and humiliated by my three werewolf mates for being "spoiled and overweight," I hit rock bottom.
That's when the fearsome Merman King, a possessive alpha everyone feared, took me as his own. He didn't care about my size or my past; he cherished me, helping me transform into the queen I was always meant to be.
When my exes came crawling back, my fiercely protective husband wrapped his arms around me, his claws extended. "Don't be scared," he whispered softly, "I'll handle this."
After brut