The Fat and Ugly Luna Abandoned by the Alpha is Reborn (Werewolf)

Opening her eyes, Dolores Ackles found herself in total darkness. She sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, and the thin silk sheet slid off her shoulders. Her skin was soaked. Despite being under the covers, she shivered from the cold.

　　As she turned her head, she saw her reflection in the vanity mirror: pale and swollen with a ghostly appearance, as if she were a recently drowned female ghost.

　　Where...where was she?

　　Hadn't she already died?

　　She remembered dying suddenly from alcohol and drug abuse, and seeing the words "In surgery" before passing out.

　　But why was she here now?!

　　Shivering, she reached for the lamp on the bedside table and stared at her reflection in the mirror: overweight, bloated, and with a sallow complexion.

　　She looked like a thirty-something housewife on the verge of aging prematurely, but she knew that this was how she looked when she was twenty-three. Since she started taking drugs, she had never been this fat again.

　　But who cared whether she was fat or not? She had been dead for so long that her Alpha husband didn't even look at her. She had stubbornly refused to divorce him, and refused to let him be with that female werewolf, so he never came back to her.

　　He built a love nest with that female werewolf outside and even had a child with her! Everyone thought they were a couple, and she, as the Luna, was forever despised and ignored.

　　Child... speaking of her child, she also had a child.

　　When she was pregnant, she naively believed that having a child could win back the heart of her husband.

　　But he only loved the child and not her. Even her own child loved that female werewolf other than her.

　　Dolores, you had really lived a failed life!

　　She put on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom. The bedroom light was dim, but her body was still bulky and awkward under her nightgown, making her look unbearable.

　　As she walked out of the bathroom, Dolores could clearly see the time on the clock: June 17th, 2013.

　　June 17th, ten years later, was the day she died.

　　Dolores remembered floating in the air and watching the three of them quietly staring at her body, but no, there were four of them, because her son was also there, without shedding a single tear.

　　At that time, she thought: If she could start over again, it would be great. If she could start over again, she wouldn't have chosen to attend New York University, she wouldn't have met him, wouldn't have liked him, wouldn't have fallen in love with him, wouldn't have desperately joined the Blue Moon Wolfpack to marry him, and then... turned herself into this state, making her parents ashamed and alienating her only child.

　　If she could start over again, it would be great. That's what she thought.

　　Trembling, Dolores opened the door to the bedroom, still wearing her loose nightgown. She slowly walked around the house, everything in sight was so unfamiliar yet so familiar.

　　This was the house where she and her husband lived for three years after getting married. At that time, that female werewolf had not come back, and she was not pregnant either. He wasn't as indifferent to her as he was later.

　　The kitchen was very messy and dirty, and she was slowly becoming disheartened. No matter how much she tried, her husband always wore a cold expression, as if she was just a small piece of garbage.

　　So, she slowly started going crazy, ignoring everything, just wanting to numb herself.

　　Dolores shook her head hard and walked to the living room window, pulling open the curtains. The blinding sunlight shone in, hitting her face, as if giving her a new life.

　　She closed her eyes and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

　　She remembered him sitting at the dining table, eating Italian food. He never ate the French cuisine she made, because that female werewolf he loved preferred Italian food.

　　Dolores loved him so humbly and weakly that she even forgot the most basic thing, to love herself. She also remembered her used to stand beside him while he ate, like a servant, but her mouth never stopped talking, chattering on and on, even though he didn't need it.

　　So, Dolores, was really insignificant. Especially in his heart.

　　From the age of twenty to thirty-three, Dolores had been his Luna for thirteen years.

　　They only lived together for five years, and then her Alpha husband moved out and insisted on divorcing her.

　　Dolores, like countless ordinary women betrayed by their husbands, refused to divorce, but who would be hurt?

　　That female werewolf didn't have a title though, but she received the same respect as a Luna.

　　And this poor Luna, Dolores could only stay in the corner.

　　She covered her face, tears flowing from her fingertips. Although she had a fat body, she looked so lonely and hopeless when curled up in the corner.

　　Why didn't she die?

　　Why did she have to live through this again?

　　Dolores didn't know the answer, and nobody told her what it was. She cried for a very, very long time, as if she wanted to cry out all the tears from her past life at once. After a while, she finally stood up, her legs numb from crouching, but her heart felt much lighter.

　　Everything that happened before felt like a nightmare. Now, she stood at the beginning of that nightmare, and she had a choice to make: to let it continue or to end it.

　　Dolores chose the latter.

　　She walked back to her bedroom and carefully chose an outfit from her wardrobe. They were all ordinary clothes from a street vendor. In her past life, in the later years, she started using his credit card to buy all sorts of clothes and accessories, as if compensating for the love she couldn't get from him.

　　She chose a plain-colored dress.

　　In fact, when Dolores was 23 years old, she didn't like plain colors and preferred bright and bold ones.

　　She combed her hair up. It was already four o'clock, and according to her old routine, she should be shopping and then making dinner by now.

　　Because he would be back at half-past five.

　　Everything was familiar, but also very strange.

　　She thought she would never see these scenes again and that her life was over.

　　But now she was reborn.