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.

The vibrant red tomatoes, emerald green spinach, and watery celery, Dolores felt for the first time how beautiful vegetables could be. She carefully selected them with an unprecedented seriousness and enthusiasm.

　　She looked up at the sun that was about to set in the sky, picked up some fresh meat, paid for them, and walked towards home.

　　When passing through the underground parking lot, she saw the familiar Rolls-Royce parked in its spot. Her heart tightened: he was back?

　　Dolores panicked, but she forced herself to calm down, pursed her lips, and took the elevator with her basket. The closer she got to the door, the faster her heart raced.

　　Her trembling hands couldn't even hold the card steady. Dolores bit her lip fiercely until she tasted the rust in her mouth. Just as she was about to lift her hand again, the door was pulled open from the inside.

　　She looked at the male werewolf who opened the door for her but didn't even glance at her before turning around. Her eyes went sour, and her heart ached along with it.

　　How long had it been since she last saw him? How long had it been since they had been in the same room like this?

　　Dolores stood foolishly at the door, watching the tall and strong male werewolf who stepped back in, his cold and indifferent eyes staring at her.

　　"Why don't you come in?"

　　"Ah..." She replied softly, struggling to carry her basket and walking inside. As soon as she did, her husband took the basket from her.

　　"Thank you."

　　Christian Wesley glanced at her, nodded, and didn't say much. He had always been quiet when he was with her, and Dolores had always thought he didn't like to talk.

　　But years later, when she saw him with that female werewolf, Dolores realized that he didn't dislike talking, it was just herself wasn't the right person.

　　What a pity, really a pity, she wasn't the one who could make him happy and talkative.

　　Really, what a pity.

　　Dolores neatly placed the vegetables in the refrigerator and found an apron, but she found that the apron was already very dirty.

　　She looked at the male werewolf sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, walked past him on tiptoe, and went back to the bedroom to get a long dress to wear. Then, she returned to the kitchen.

　　She hadn't cooked for a long time.

　　In her past life, although her cooking skills were getting better and better, she had never been able to cook a meal for him ever since he left this home.

　　She thought back to how naive and childish she used to be, thinking that her husband would be willing to do household chores with her. She never gave up this extravagant idea. Now, after dying once, she realized how ridiculous it was.

　　She quietly chopped the celery, then took out the onion, tears falling one by one. The dinner was simple, and Dolores had no appetite, so she only made his portion.

　　The onion salad and honey-glazed steak were the dishes he ate the most.

　　Dolores knew how to make so many dishes, but Christian never wanted to try anything else.

　　"Don't you want to eat?" he asked, elegantly picking up his utensils.

　　He was surprised, considering that every day before, whenever she cooked, she would always call him to help, even though he never went.

　　Dolores shook her head and forced a smile.

　　She sat there, staring at her husband sitting across from her, who symbolically asked her a question before beginning to eat. She lowered her head.

　　In her past life, since Christian left home, she had started using drugs and alcohol, and had even forgotten how deep she had fallen in love with him.

　　Seeing him now made her heart ache terribly.

　　She still loved him, loved him madly and couldn't help herself.

　　That was why she had ended up like that.

　　He quickly finished his meal and wiped his mouth with a tissue before getting up and walking towards the bedroom. Dolores watched his back and tried to say something several times, but couldn't.

　　She never understood before, and was always nagging him, until the moment of her death, but she understood now.

　　Ah, he just didn't like to listen to her.

　　Silently cleaning up the dishes, Dolores slowly cleared the table and sat alone at the small table in the kitchen, lost in thought. Even now, she couldn't believe that she really didn't die. And she really did go back to the past. With a second chance. ...How was this possible?

　　But when she faced his cold expression, she was still at a loss, like a child, even though she was over thirty years old. He never worried about her. Like now, she had been sitting here for over an hour, while he had already taken a shower and gone to the study to work on the documents.

　　Dolores closed her eyes, feeling heartbroken, and even if she wanted to cry, she couldn't.

　　She had came back to twenty-three years old, with a chance to start over, and she had returned to the beginning of everything, but she still felt hopeless.

　　As long as he was in front of her, she could never be carefree.

　　Dolores took off her long dress and walked slowly into the bedroom, searching for some clean clothes.

　　The hot water from the shower was as scalding as the sun, but it couldn't warm her cold body. She looked at the layers of fat on her body and then at her reflection in the mirror - an ugly fat female werewolf who was so overweight that her features could not be discernible.

　　Suddenly, she felt confused and foolish for her past self-confidence. What made her think she could win his heart? And why did she think that marrying him meant he would never leave her?

　　As she dried off her body, Dolores let out a gentle sigh. Being overweight made her skin rough and her pores larger. Even her wolf-form looked fat and ugly.

　　Even the average male werewolf wasn't interested in her, let alone Christian, the Alpha of the wolfpack.

　　She didn't even feel hungry in the evening, skipping dinner altogether.

　　When she put on her nightgown, she was surprised to find him already in bed. Dolores felt nervous, but also a sense of regained connection with him. Yet at the same time, she knew deep down that he did not belong to her in this life or the last. She had no other requirements in this life, just hoping to let go easily when he asked to leave, and never to cling to him again.

　　She turned off the light and got into bed.

　　His warmth spread over to her, making her want to cry. Dolores closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep without thinking about anything. But soon enough, he rolled over from the other side and pressed himself against her. Dolores was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, but he stopped her.

　　"Christian?"

　　Christian furrowed his brow.

　　"Don't turn on the light." His deep, magnetic voice was so husky and tempting, but Dolores knew better than anyone else that it was all just an illusion. All the warmth was just her own imagination. He didn't want to see her body. In the dark, he could fantasize that he was with that female werewolf.

She was now his Luna, and had to fulfill her duties as the Luna.

　　In her past life, Dolores was not self-aware, but now she was. At thirty-three, she went back to being twenty-three, and only now did Dolores realize how immature she used to be.

　　She had a strong sense of inferiority, so strong that she almost wanted to push away the male werewolf on top of her. It had been a long time since they had been this close. Ever since that female werewolf came back, he hadn't touched her, not even a handshake.

　　She had lost too much, but there were some things that she knew she would never get. Like Christian.

　　He peeled off her nightgown, revealing her plump body. The only advantage of this body was its whiteness, but the skin was still slightly rough, probably because she never took care of it and always did housework.

　　Later in her past life, Dolores understood that being meticulous with housework had nothing to do with whether or not Christian acknowledged her as his Luna.

　　It wasn't because she wasn't good enough, or because she was too bad, but because she wasn't the person he wanted.

　　Christian's lips were hot and soft. Sometimes Dolores couldn't help but wonder why a werewolf with such gentle lips would be so cold to her.

　　His hands roamed over her body, caressing every inch of skin. Christian was never the patient type when it came to foreplay, and Dolores never felt the excitement or reached orgasm with him.

　　She didn't know what he was like with the other female werewolf, but for her, Christian was like a piece of cold, unfeeling ice.

　　Dolores's eyes were hazy as she stared at the black ceiling. She remembered how popular Christian was in college, how all kinds of girls liked him, and how he could have anyone he wanted.

　　At the time, Dolores thought Christian was pure and self-disciplined, but later she realized that he was just waiting for the one who was most important to him.

　　Christian' s penis had already thrusted into Dolores's pussy.

　　Dolores felt a tingling sensation and couldn't help but moan softly. After he left her in her previous life, she slept with countless strange male werewolves and slowly became more sensitive. Without love, she plunged into lust to numb herself, forgetting even her own child.

　　She only lived for Christian, not caring about her parents, her children, or even herself. If a person didn't love herself or their family, how could she possibly receive love from others?

　　Her voice used to be crisp and clear, but after being reborn, she didn't speak much.

　　When she moaned just now, even Dolores herself was startled by how seductive and coquettish she sounded. Christian was also surprised by her voice.

　　They had had sex before, but this was the first time Dolores had been so wet.

　　He listened to her low, restrained, and embarrassed moans and said, "Don't hold back. Let it out."

　　Dolores was startled again and was about to protest, but Christian took her hand off her mouth and thrust into her hard.

　　She let out a loud, soft, and tender moan that almost melted Christian's bones.

　　Dolores bit her lip and was grateful that he couldn't see her face in the darkness, or he would have seen how red it was. But the more she tried not to moan, the more intense the feeling became. She almost wanted to cry. She had never known that making love with Christian could be so pleasurable.

　　She tried to squeeze her legs together to stop the sensation, but her body was not under her control. It trembled and the lustful liquid flowed more intensely.

　　Every time he entered her, she couldn't help but moan. Christian seemed to be possessed and his thrusts became harder each time. She couldn't tell if it was intentional or not.

　　Although Dolores was very overweight, her weight was still bearable for Christian. So after three years of marriage, he tried a new position. Dolores was surprised when his hand reached down to her waist, but then he lifted her not-so-slim waist up and sat on the bed, carrying her on his lap. His fingers searched for that enchanting opening and then he plunged inside, guided only by his senses.

　　Dolores' s pussy was still very tight, like a virgin, maybe even tighter.

　　Before, Christian only fucked her when he couldn't control his urge to release, so there was little foreplay, tenderness, or changing of positions. This change was unexpected even to him. As an Alpha of the wolfpack, he was not a lustful person and this was not what he wanted. He didn't even like it.

　　But this time, it was beyond his expectations. In the end, he could only blame himself for being possessed by something he couldn't understand.

　　Sitting on his lap, Dolores felt scared. She couldn't help but put her arms around Christian's shoulders, but immediately put them back down. She didn't dare to put all her weight on him, so she could only prop herself up with her hands. However, this was too difficult for her. Plus, Christian was thrusting in and out so forcefully that she couldn't take it for long before collapsing weakly onto the bed.

　　Instinctively, Christian reached out and pulled Dolores into his embrace.

　　Her body was quite fat and far from delicate, and even the sensation of touching her wasn't entirely pleasant, but...he was inexplicably drawn to her and continued moving.

　　In the dark of the night, in the quiet room, all that could be heard were the soft moans of the female werewolf and the low, rough breathing of the male werewolf, as well as the sticky sounds of their union.

　　Dolores's mind was blank as she lay weakly on Christian's body, too scared to touch him. Her face slowly leaned into the crook of his neck, and her breath carried a faint scent of milk. She didn't seem like a mature 23-year-old adult at all,Christian thought.

　　But his hands had already started to caress Dolores's boobs, which were quite plump.

　　Her breasts were definitely full and elastic, and didn't sag in the slightest. He flicked his slender fingertips over the two soft nipples, causing Dolores to moan uncontrollably. Hearing her moans only made Christian more excited.