The Plus-Size Luna:My Sister Was His Bride, I Am His Mate

I couldn’t feel anything even after mating with my husband, not even the warmth between my legs, or his touches.

His kisses were bland, he acted like it was a duty he wanted to perform not because he wanted to make love to me.

“Mr. Morris won’t be coming home tonight.”

I skipped breakfast, and had little for lunch, because I wanted to fit into the dress he bought for our third wedding anniversary.

But there were no flowers, no gifts, nothing.

Worse, he didn’t even show up at all.

“Is he having a meeting?”

I recognized the voice as Morris’s secretary at work, Jasmine but she didn’t answer for a second.

“He’s busy.” She hung up the phone.

I called Morris again, it rang for a few times and was then switched off.

Did he forget what today was?

The dress tore when I tried to force myself into it, he bought the dress in size 18 knowing that I was bigger and more curvy than that size.

I met Morris at the mating ritual when I was nineteen, he was the son of Beta, who had just come back from overseas study. That night he was there at the mating ritual, and he chased me relentlessly, because he wanted to be with me and cherished me as his mate and he didn’t care about my size.

We dated for a year and got married when I was twenty. I thought I got my fairytale ending, the happy marriage, and the man that I love. Since I was above the beauty standards in the pack, I thought someone truly loved me for me.

And that was my mate.

Morris Grahams.

“You didn’t come home last night.”

“I don’t think you would have noticed, when you filled up the whole space in the bed.” He was taking his tie off and jacket.

“Is that the reason you forgot our anniversary?” I stood by the door watching him undress without even a glance my way.

“Anniversary?” He chuckled amusingly.

“You promised you were going to take me out for dinner, and we are going to have some special moments together, that was what you said.”

“I said only if you fit in that dress!” He snapped, looking up, and I met brown eyes flaring with anger. “I saw that it was torn, why was it so hard for you to lose some weight?”

“You should go for gym lessons and get this thing out of my sight.” He hissed with utmost disgust and brushed past my shoulders out of the room.

“I did the diet. I was following the…”

“Shut up, Blair.” I could hear the anger that was in his voice.

“You don’t deserve anything from me, not even my time.”

“Is that why you didn’t come home last night? I’m still your mate!” I raised my voice, and he lifted his hand to hit me, I cowered, then he dropped his hands to the side, and went on to demonstrate with hands the size of my body, like I was taking the whole space at the entrance of the door.

“You never do anything right and you want something from me, when you never do anything I ask!”

“You could have gotten me a bigger dress, there was no way I could have fit into the dress in three days.”

Three days before our anniversary, I tried to do everything he asked, I was taking a lot of veggies, and cutting down on my meals.

Because I wanted him to show me off as his mate.

I wanted to win back his affection, I believe that I could win him back as my husband.

“You didn’t even try.” He spat out. “…have you seen other women around your age? You look nothing like them, you look so relaxed being fat.” He pronounced the last word contemptuously.

“I have been doing everything I can for you.” Because I wanted him to love me back, I wanted to get back the affection I got from him when we first met.

“Then you should try harder.”

He turned and started down the hallway. “Where are you going? You just got home, Morris?” I called but he didn’t answer, he didn’t care.

He was just in his black pants and white sleeves, so I followed him.

“Mr. Morris, there’s someone here to see you.” One of the maids announced.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, Carlos,”

Carlos seemed like one of Morris' business associates. So I stopped walking. Morris turned to me, hurriedly grabbed my arm, and pulled me back from sight. “I don’t want you out of the room until Carlos is gone!” In a second, he slammed a door in my face.

I stayed in the room for over an hour, waiting for him to come, but he never came back.

He might have forgotten that he locked me in the room.

“I’m sorry Mrs Morris,” The door was unlocked and I came out of the room to meet with the maid. She lowered her head at me.

“Mr Morris has gone out.”

“How long has he been gone?”

“Two hours.”

“I was in that room for over five hours!”

She shifted backward, no words, but kept her head down.

“And he asked us not to prepare any dinner for you, he said you have been eating a lot.”

My jaw dropped.

“I haven’t eaten the whole day!”

“Tell me where he went?”

She shook her head. I took a threatening step at her, and she backed down. I was taller than her though I was just five feet six.

“He said he was having a meeting.”

“Where?”

“At the family’s hotel with the Alpha.”

I couldn’t drive, and Morris restricted me from taking any of his cars or having any of the guards drive me. I took a cab, heading to the family hotel that Morris owned.

I have been here a few times, so I wasn’t stopped. The first time he brought me here was on our first day, the restaurant was downstairs and the hotel rooms were upstairs.

Morris had a private suite upstairs, and I knew the password of the door.

“You can’t go in.”

“I need to see my husband, and you are not going to stop me.”

“Beta Morris isn’t here.” The receptionist insisted.

“I need to see that for myself.” I walked past her, taking the stairs, she went back to her desk, rushing to grab the telephone.

The door of his room opened. “Morris.” The light in the room was dimmed, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of heavy breathing.

The squeaking sound of the bed, and a voice that sounded very much like my mate.

“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine.”

“I could never get enough of you.”

Her moan was loud, and pleasurable, her manicured nails scaling over his back.

“Hmm, Morris.”

I stood by the door, my hand shaking on the switch and I flipped it on.

He didn’t jerk her off immediately, but slowly, and he became irritated.

“Is this what you’ve been doing, Morris?”

I recognized Jasmine as his secretary at work, she was slender, taller with long legs like a model. She was very skinny.

“The meeting you had with the Alpha was here with a skinny bitch?”

“Don’t you dare call her that!”

“I was doing everything for you to love me but you treated me like I was a fool the whole time you were having fun with her!”