The Alpha's Cursed Chubby Queen

ASHLEY’S POV

“FATHER, NO! PLEASE, NO, FATHER… I CAN'T DO WITHOUT IT!”

I lunged forward, my boots skidding against the dirt as I desperately tried to reach the fire, to somehow quench the rising flames. But I already knew it was useless. I could only watch from a few feet away as the inferno devoured everything with an intense, crackling hunger.

“I said hold her!” he roared, his voice booming across the yard as he commanded his servants.

Suddenly, the men found the strength they’d been lacking all evening. Their fingers clamped down, tightening painfully around my arms. I watched helplessly as my life burned down to embers. Left with no choices, my knees buckled, and I dropped into the dirt, sobbing uncontrollably.

Deep in the quiet corners of my mind, Freda whimpered, sharing the crushing weight of my sadness.

My paintings. My biological father’s artwork. My mother’s old locket and her faded, elegant handwriting—he spared absolutely none of it.

I watched the intense, sickening satisfaction fill his face while everything I loved turned to black ash.

I still couldn’t believe this was the man who had legally adopted me. The man who had once stood before the pack council and promised he would do anything to keep me safe and happy. Now, he was nothing but a walking monster.

The moment I stopped fighting, the guards shoved me to the ground like a piece of discarded trash.

My foster father stalked over, his heavy leather boots radiating contempt.

Without a single word of warning, he drove his foot viciously straight into my stomach.

Pain exploded through my core—sharp, blinding, and intensely nauseating. I curled inward into a tight ball, gasping for air as the dark yard spun around me. He didn't look back. They simply turned and walked toward the main house, leaving me alone in the dirt to cry until no more tears would come.

Is this how I really want to live my life?

How much more would he have to do to ensure I never fought back when he oppressed me?

Because that was all he had done for the past few years, and today was the absolute worst of it. I had been beaten, starved, and locked away before, but none of it had ever successfully crushed my rebellion.

And this was my reward today—the total destruction of the only things dear to my heart. He knew I would die to protect those family relics, so he went exactly where it hurt the most.

The day had started like every other day in this house: a bright morning filled with insults and intense body shaming.

“You fat pig, you disgust me… you shouldn’t be gardening, you might eat the flowers too… are you sure you aren’t eating the dogs’ food too?”

The wild, nasty taunts had gone on and on. I had decided to speak back today, just like so many other days, and I was “dealt with.” He had finally realized that physical beatings weren’t enough to make me submit, so he had taken it to this extreme.

That was the last snap my mind needed. I was absolutely not willing to bow down here like a helpless, wolfless omega with no mind of her own.

Even if that was exactly what the pack rules said I was, I refused to let it define me.

I wiped my wet cheeks angrily, forced my trembling body up, and started walking toward the back door of the house. This man wanted a fat rebel? Fine. He was going to get one.

“ASH!” Freda suddenly called out, her voice a sharp mental snap that pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Don’t make a reckless decision. That man can do whatever he wants with you, and you don’t have the strength to defend yourself yet.”

I rolled my eyes internally.

“I know I’m the one who told you to stand up for yourself,” Freda continued, her voice dropping to a heavy whisper. “But this is a life sentence.”

My legs suddenly grew weak, the adrenaline draining from my veins. I stumbled slightly down the gravel path, my balance giving out as I collapsed back onto the grass. The tiny burst of courage I had gathered vanished completely into the cold night air.

“So what do I do, Freda? What am I supposed to do?” I whispered aloud, another violent sob wracking my entire body.

As much as I desperately didn’t want to hate my own shape, I couldn’t help it with this man constantly breathing down my neck. I knew he had expected me to grow into some slender, perfectly curvy high-ranking lady, but that nature never came. Instead, my body only grew heavier and larger when I turned sixteen—the exact age my pack mates had awakened their wolves and shed their baby fat.

I let out a loud, agonized scream into the dark night. “What do I do, Freda… why is this happening to me!”

Freda went completely quiet again. She always did that whenever the conversation became too heavy for her.

I rolled onto my side, clutching my stomach as another wave of broken sobs tore through me.

Eventually, the night air grew too cold to bear. I forced myself to stand and walked like a hollow shell toward the house, slipping quietly through the back door.

The moment my boots stepped onto the kitchen tile, a pair of rough hands grabbed me, yanking me violently forward. I whimpered at the sudden impact, my body possessing absolutely no strength left to fight back.

Suddenly, my eyes caught a reflection—a sharp, shiny glint of metal as he moved it closer and closer to my skin.

A knife.

The blood drained entirely from my face.

“Do it,” I dared him, my voice dropping to a deadpan whisper. I didn’t have anything left to live for anyway. The only things anchoring me to this earth had been my family possessions and Freda, who usually supplied me with challenges and humor. But recently, even her presence had started violently fluctuating.

“I can’t stain my claws with a fat omega like you,” he murmured directly into my ear, his breath hot and sickening. “You are going to serve a much more interesting purpose.”

Dread filled my chest at the dark shift in his tone. I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to the blade pressed firmly against my throat.

He bent closer, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck. “Since you are completely useless… and no high-ranking man will ever want someone like you… and the Alpha decided you are useless…. why don’t you serve me instead?”

I recoiled almost immediately, a bolt of pure horror shocking my system. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering loudly against the floor as I violently yanked myself out of his grip.

“What!”