His Chubby Luna’s Untouchable Glow-Up Chapter 03

His Chubby Luna’s Untouchable Glow-Up Chapter 03

“About earlier…” He paused as if explaining himself was deeply uncomfortable. “I didn’t vote against you on purpose. Daphne has never held a class office, and we’re about to graduate. I wanted her to have the experience before it was too late.”

“I understand.” I said nothing else and ran home.

After that, Vincent seemed to sense that something had changed.

When a boy pointed at my hair and laughed between classes, Vincent actually frowned and snapped, “What is so funny? If you’re bored, get to the training field.”

He even lingered after school as though waiting for me.

But rain that fell too late could not revive a field already cracked dry. It only made noise.

For our final school festival before graduation, every class had to put on a performance.

Daphne suggested a play, with a script she had written herself.

At the first table read, the boys who had seen it doubled over laughing.

“Rachel, don’t read it.” My deskmate Amy pulled the script from my hands.

“No! She has to read it!” a boy shouted.

“Rachel, listen to me. None of us should take part in this.” Amy threw the script aside.

But a boy lunged for it and tossed it into the air. The pages landed right at my feet.

I clenched my jaw and opened it. Then I understood why they were laughing.

Vincent was the male lead, and Daphne was the female lead.

The villain was a fat, promiscuous Omega whose life revolved around ridiculous attempts to seduce him. She stole his belongings, deliberately fell whenever he passed, and copied the heroine’s clothes, only to become everyone’s joke.

My whole body shook.

Unable to read another line, I went to Ms. Harris’s office with tears burning my eyes.

She sighed and said the program had already been submitted, so it could not be changed. In one week, everyone would see a clown unmistakably modeled on me.

That night, I stayed up late writing Vincent a long letter. I begged him in every humble way I knew not to perform and to leave our past some final scrap of dignity.

On the day of the festival, I sat in the darkest corner of the auditorium, so nervous I felt sick.

Just as I prayed in silence,

the caricature based on me appeared in a tangled wig, a huge padded stomach, and grotesque makeup, twisting her body in an exaggerated strut.

“Where is my Alpha? Stop trying to seduce my Alpha! My heart can’t take it!”

The audience nearly lost its mind laughing.

“I know who that character is! It’s that fat girl!”

“Where is she? She should have played herself!”

Then Vincent walked onto the stage holding Daphne’s hand.

The beautiful couple drew whistles and cheers.

“Kiss her!”

“Claim each other as mates!”

The actors continued their play onstage.

The audience roared below.

But my world had fallen completely silent.

[Let’s leave, Rachel. This place is rotten to the core.] My wolf brushed against my hand.

Clutching my plane ticket, I walked out of the auditorium without a moment’s hesitation.

Before I boarded, message after message arrived from Vincent.

[Rachel, where are you?]

[It was only a show. Everyone was blowing off steam before graduation. Stop being so sensitive.]

[Answer your phone. We need to talk. Rachel, pick up!]

I did not reply to a single one.

At last, he sent another message.

[Once school starts, we’ll go to Northcrest University together. Everything will be fine.]

[I planned it all out. I’ll show you around the entire campus.]

[Rachel, we’ll get engaged then.]

I stared at the final line for a moment, then switched off my phone.

Goodbye, Vincent.

We would never see each other again.

…

September arrived, bringing freshman move-in day.

Northcrest University buzzed with excited new students.

After arranging his dorm room, Vincent raced to the women’s residence hall, his face bright with anticipation and a trace of hidden nerves.

He called me, and this time I finally answered.

“Hello? Rachel, where are you? Come downstairs so we can get something to eat.” Vincent forced his voice to sound relaxed and familiar. “You haven’t called me in ages, but I forgive you.”

The other end of the line was silent.

After a moment, my voice came through, quiet but clear.

“I didn’t enroll at Northcrest University.”

Vincent froze. “What?”

“I’m at Southbridge University, all the way down south.”

The sun blazed overhead. Suddenly, Vincent felt the whole world tilt beneath him.