Too Fat to Be Luna? I Became Alpha

Before our tenth mate-bond anniversary, I found Damian’s mistress wearing the black silk nightgown I had ordered to surprise him.​ She mocked my swollen body and my inability to shift in front of the entire Silver Ridge pack. Damian covered her with his cloak—and ordered me to apologize.​ Six years ago, I took a silver arrow protecting a pup and went from Silver Ridge pack’s strongest white wolf to a woman who could barely climb the stairs. Damian took my victory, my Alpha seat, and even used my daughter to force me into submission.​ Then a healer revealed the truth: the silver poison was already gone.​ The “medicine” Damian made me take was suppressing my wolf.