The Wingless Fairy I m not a Cannon Fodder

Never had I even dared to dream of a life like this.

I started as the ugly and chubby little duckling with parents that

never were around. They were both warriors for the pack, one of the

best in their field, which also meant they traveled a lot. It was never

like I lacked anything special, but I never had anything special either.

My mother and father didn’t really want kids, but they had me and

did the best they could for a while.

When I got older, they meant that I could manage myself. The disappointment in their faces when they realized I didn’t want to fight as they did and didn’t do well in combat training was heartbreaking. I knew very well I would never be able to follow in their footsteps, but the truth was I never wanted to.

Either way, it didn’t make it hurt any less. They

never tried to hide their disappointment, mentioned as often as they

could that I wouldn’t be so fat if I trained like them. I liked the

training, just not combat and fighting. I enjoyed running and

swimming, but that didn’t count. That would not kill anyone.

So, in other words, as I grew older, I didn’t mind that I came home

from school to an empty house—less judgment and guilt.

To be frank, I needed that peace and quiet after a long day at school.

You see, to be a werewolf and chubby was a taboo. It seemed like

every single one of them was built like models and Greek goddesses.

So, needless to say, I was picked on. I was never severely bullied, but

just about enough for me to never fit in. I never had a close friend. I

was never invited to join after school. I was an ugly, fat outsider that

even disappointed my own parents. Always left outside, always laughed at.

After a while, even the Luna forgot to invite me to the important or

grand pack events. The first time I asked about it, she was all so

apologetic—kind of.

“Ooh! I’m so sorry, Mallory, did I forget you? Did you know the

couple? Well, maybe? No? well, I guess missing one mating ceremony

is not that bad now, is it?”

I started hearing more often at schools about pack gatherings,

celebrations, and grand dinners for important guests. I was never

there. I was not welcome.

Then the summer when I turned 15 arrived, and apparently, I was

what they called a late bloomer. When school started up again,

everyone looked at me. I grew tall and slim, and my boobs suddenly

decided to show up for the party. My acne cleared, and I discovered

mascara. All this changed me, from an ugly duckling to the girl all

boys drooled at, and girls now wanted to be my friend!

I relished in the attention, I was in heaven!

How naive I was.

I also met Clark, he wooed me off my feet, and I fell hard. My first

and only crush. My first and only love. We were ‘The couple’ in

school now. Popular, good-looking, and with bright futures.

We were invited to all the parties, all events—everything worth

mentioning, and we were there. He treated me so well, showered me

compliments, and spoiled me like a princess. He even accepted and

understood that I wanted to wait with s*x. I loved everything about

this man. I lived in the perfect fairytale for three years, and I was so

afraid the day I turned 18.

What if I found my destined mate now?

What if it’s not him? Just the thought of him finding or mating with someone else made me sick and heartbroken.

I didn’t have to worry for long. It was like the moon Goddess blessed

me herself. Clark was my destined mate, my fated partner for life.

I was marked, and I mated with our packs Beta son and the love of my life, Clark.

I was a fool.

For years, our love bloomed, I lived happily, and I had the life I always

wanted. Living in our own little house right by the packhouse, I was a

stay-at-home wife and mate. I helped the Luna and Beta’s mate out

with whatever they needed. I volunteered in the children’s hospital

and at the orphan house. For once, I felt needed, loved, accepted,

and I felt like I belonged. We also started talking about having our

own family, something I wanted with all my heart and having what I

never really had. To show how an innocent baby and child are supposed to be loved and cared for. The through and dream of a child, that would be my own and Clark´s made my heart flutter. It became my obsession, my goal, everything I prepared for.

Even if this was all I wanted, and there was no lack of trying, it didn’t happen as easy as I thought it would, and after about six months, I started having some terrible pain in my lower abdomen but still no pregnancy.

I went to the pack doctor several times. He said nothing was wrong

with me. That didn’t change anything, and the pain was often worse

when Clark was away. This started to make me a bit more clingy than

I used to. I didn’t want him to go in fear of the pain. I was screaming

in bed alone at night or fainting somewhere. It started to scare me.

What if something was terribly wrong with me? What if I couldn’t

bear children? Could I never have the family I longed for? What

would Clark think if we didn’t have an heir? Clark was not the one to

take over the Beta position, his older brother was, so maybe an heir

was not that important?

I was fooled.

Then one day, he just came home, of course, right after the worst