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Young Alpha’s curvy heartbroken Luna

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Saige is human, 30 years old, curvy, a little overweight, has a little daugther and is trying to piece her life together in a now town after her abusive ex-husband tried to kill her. She just wants peace and quiet and is not looking for a man.

She has a hard time understand why the insanely handsome and five years younger Milo is showering her in attention, when he could get women much younger, fitter and prettier, and most importantly without a dark past.

What she doesn’t know is that Milo is a werewolf and future Alpha and she is his true mate.

Will she fall for him and will he stand up against the pressure to reject the weak unperfect human mate ?

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Prologue
 *Saige*  “Is dinner ready ?” Those are the first words out of my husband Kieran’s mouth as he steps in the door, and for some reason this instantly puts me on edge, there is just something not right in the air.  “Hi, no it will be about five minutes”. I say sending him a quick smile that is meant to placate him. “Sorry I had to help Enya with her homework”.  He makes an annoyed face, like I am bothering him on purpose. “Can you please hurry up, some of us have been working all day and need our food … seriously you had all day to cook”.  I am not gonna start an argument, I simply do not have the energy. Also there is no winning an argument with my husband, all I get for trying is more s**t.  It is kinda funny, or would that be tragic, that he acts like I am lazy for being at home, taking care of our seven year old daughter and the house, when he was the one telling me I would not need college, and there was no need for me to work, course he would always take care of me.  “I am finishing it as fast as I can”. I promise him, as I quickly deck the table.  He was not always like this, but I should have seen the red flags, the warning signs. But young and naive as I was when we first met, I let him sweep me off my feet, I thought it was romantic, that it was all just because he cared so much for me, the jealousy, the controlling, the behaviour … I wish I had not been so blinded.  “Couldn’t you at least have made yourself a bit pretty for me, you look like s**t”. He mumbles as he sits down, still wearing his dirty work clothes. He is the on site manager of a huge construction company.   “Sorry”. I just mumble without thinking.  I am wearing leggings and a hoodie, like most days, no make-up and my red curls pulled up in a bun, to have it out of the way. I mean I am just at home, cooking and cleaning, so it seems a waste of time dressing up, but maybe I should have thought about it, to make him happy.  “Come on, I am hungry, woman”. He leans back in the chair. “Bring me a beer”.  Again I see no reason to argue and I just go to grab a beer and place it in front of him, then I call into the living room. “Enya, sweetie … dinner time”.  “Okay mom”. She calls back. “Just a second I need to …”.  “Now !” Her father roars. “Get your ass out here”.  There is a scrambling and a padder of small feet. “Coming dad, I am coming now”.  I give my daughter a small smile, as she hurries to sit down. I can’t stand when he yells at her like that.  “Do I have to go out for dinner ?” Kieran asks harshly.  “No, no need, dinner is ready”. I say, quickly plating his food and putting it in front of him.   He stares at the plate. “Not only are you late with dinner, but this is what you serve ?”  “It’s lasagne, home made”. I say. “Enya asked if we could have it …”.   “It’s not food for a hard working man”. He complains.  His words make me remember something. “You have worked a lot of extra hours lately … but your paycheck came today, and you didn’t make more money … how is that ?”  “Why were you looking at my paycheck ?” He growls angrily.  “I wanted to see if there was enough extra to get … you know what we talked about”. I do not want to say it out loud because it is going to be Enya’s eight year old birthday soon, and it was for her gift. “But there was no pay for your extra hours … actually there was less pay … where have you …”.  I just exactly manage to duck before the plate of lasagne hits me. “Shut the f**k up b***h, it is none of your buisness how much money I make”.  “Dad, you shouldn’t use bad words or throw away your food, mom spent a lot of time making it”. Enya says heatedly.  Kieran starts to get up. “Do not come here and tell me what to do your little bastard …”.  I quickly get to my feet and put myself between my husband and my daughter, I do not want him near her right now. “Enya, please go to your room …”.  “But mom …”.  “Take your plate and my ipad, you can eat in your room”. I quickly say.  She grabs her plate and hurries off.  As soon as she is gone I push out my chin and stare at my husband. “Do not ever threaten her or put a hand on her, I swear I will …”.  “What ?” He suddenly pushes me in the chest, making me take two steps back. “What will you do ? There is nothing you can do”.  “You are cheating again aren’t you ? That is why you are out late so many evenings, saying you are at work”. I say as-a-matter-of-factly.  I know my husband has cheated before, but I have mostly ignored it … it’s not that I like it, but I have stayed for Enya. And also because as a stay at home mom with no real education, it is not easy to just leave. I guess you get lulled into a sense of ‘this is normal’.  “It is none of your business b***h”. He hisses at me, grabbing my arm. “If you took a little care of yourself … if you lost some weight, Maybe I would care to f**k you more often”.  I mean yes, I know I do not have a model body, I weigh a bit more than I should, my hips are a bit too wide, the skin on my stomach is a little loose after my pregnancy and my boobs are a little heavier than when I was younger. But I work out and have some muscles on me, so it’s not like I am all floppy.  But to be honest I feel no matter what I do it is wrong, if I put on makeup and nice clothes he thinks I am up to something. When I went on a diet, trying to please him, he accused me of doing it to seduce other men. But opposite him I have never been unfaithful, I haven’t even considered.  He pulls me closer, his fingers digging into my arm. “Please just let me go, Kieran”.  He doesn’t answer, instead he hits me … hard. I gasp in shock and pain. This is the first time he has actually hit me. He has been mean and harsh, he has grabbed me sometimes, and shaken me once … but never before has he actually hit me.  The shock and the degradation is actually worse than the series of hits he rains down on me. Despite everything he put me through I had never expected this. I did think he had it in him.  “So you are upset I am not f*****g you enough ?” His eyes are narrow, mean looking slids. “Good then, I am gonna f**k you then, hard and well”.  “Kieran please just let me go”. I know I am begging, but the last thing I would want right now is to have s*x with him. “I am not in the mood”.  He starts dragging me towards the bedroom. “Like I care if you are in the mood”.  At first I struggle against him, but I soon realise it is futile. Kieran is not a small man, standing 6’1 and pretty muscular due to his work. So I give in and just stay passive, hoping it will be faster and less painful this way.  The next hour of my life is pure hell as he uses and abuses me as he pleases, and I am fighting to keep in any sound, not wanting to risk alarming my daughter. When he is done, he just leaves me there and walks out the room.  I cry for ten minutes, not so much for the pain or what he did, but for my lost dreams, from seeing my future, everything I thought I had and wanted shattered. Then I get up and pack a bag.  Then I hurry down to my daughter’s room and open the door. “Enya, please pack a bag with your favorite things, as fast as you can … just the most necessary”.  I run to her closet, pulling some things off her shelves and into my bag.  “Mommy, what is happening ?” She is staring at me with huge eyes.  “I can’t explain now sweetie, we need to go”. I say heading for the door. “Come into the living room as fast as you are ready”.  I hurry into the living room to get our passports and other important papers. I expected Kieran to have left, but to my surprise he is there, a glass of whisky in his hand.  “What are you doing ?” He asks harshly as I start rummaging through the drawer we keep our papers in.  I grab what I need and turn. “We are leaving Kieran … I am done. This time you went too far”.   “You are going nowhere, you belong to me”. He slams his glass down, getting on his feet. “And so does Enya”.  “Just let us go Kieran, then we can work out something with Enya visiting”. I am trying my best to make him agree, in reality I am not going to send my daughter to visit him, but I am not gonna tell him.  He is faster than I expect as he grabs me with one hand, the other one delivering a blow to my cheekbone, that makes me see stars. “You do not get to take my kid you fat useless b***h”.  “Kieran stop”. I plead, as tears spring to my eyes and I desperately try to pull free.  But he doesn’t, it is like something has snapped inside him and he just keeps hitting me. As he lets go and I fall to the floor, he starts kicking me instead. I roll up into a ball trying to protect myself. All I can think is that I need to get out of here alive, cause I need to get Enya away from him.  When he stops I foolishly believe it is over. But instead he grabs me and pulls me to my feet, his eyes cold and crazed. “Maybe I should just get rid of you”.  “What are you …”. The words come out as a whisper through my cracked and swollen lips.  “I am getting rid of you, so I can live a happy life”. He grins maniacally. “Maybe I will marry some Young hot thing and Enya can call her mom”.  I realize he is pulling me towards the fireplace and I start fitting for real, I don't even want to know what he is planning to do.  Then I hear the sirens outside. “Kieran, the cops are here … stop”.  “Too late, before they get in here you will be gone”. He sounds like he actually believes it himself.  When he starts trying to push me into the fireplace, I pull out every drop of energy I have left to fight him. Feeling the heat from the fire too close to me.  Just as the door is kicked open, the sleeve of my hoodie catches fire, and I scream with pain and panic.                                                                      

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