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The Alpha’s Chubby Obsession by Meritsky One day, I was the fat, unwanted girl rejected by the Beta's son. The next minute, the Alpha's son himself showed up... and claimed me. I didn’t know why, why Osborne came for me when I was at my lowest. But I quickly learned something—he doesn’t just want my body. He wants all of me. He says I’m his mate. But the way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in… This isn’t just fate. It's an obsession, raw, wild, and consuming. And the craziest part? I think I want to be consumed.

Elsa~ I lived in the shadow of my sisters, rejected by all and mocked by my family. I was born into shame and silence. I'm the b*st*rd child of the Watson family. After losing my voice and being blamed for my brother’s death, I became the forgotten daughter of Alpha Edward, treated like a servant in my own home. Then Alpha Ryan Carson arrived. Cold, strong, and feared by all. He came looking for a bride, not love. What Alpha Ryan wants he gets. And this time, it's me he wants. One meeting changes everything. He chose me, the mute girl no one wanted. At first, it’s just a duty. But soon, something deeper grows between us. Something that could change both our lives. Will she stay the broken, silent girl everyone sees… or rise as the Luna she was meant to be?

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's f*ck*d me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding… and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll f*ck her senseless… even if it's the last thing she feels. ****** "Congratulations, Alpha Nero," she said cheerfully. "Seems the Moon Goddess has chosen your seventh bride." I choked. "SEVENTH?!" "The other six are dead," he said flatly. "And I'm number seven?" "Correct." "IS THIS A MARRIAGE OR A SURVIVAL GAME?!"