All Chapters of The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Minutes later, she stepped out of the room wearing a light, flowery dress that didn’t cling too tightly to her body, yet somehow made her look even more breathtaking. Her hair was neatly done, soft strands framing her face perfectly. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I took her in. She looked nothing like the quiet, trembling girl I had first met. “So… where are we going?” she asked, giving me that small, disarming smile again. I hesitated for a moment, watching her. There was something different about her today, this calm confidence that threw me completely off balance. It wasn’t like before, when she could barely look at me without shaking. I was still trying to understand this shift when her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Yeah,” I managed, clearing my throat. “Just… thinking.” I didn’t want to say more, didn’t want to ruin this fragile moment. I decided to give her a head start, to let her take the lead, because I was

“Because they never cared,” I started, my chest rising and falling unevenly. “No one ever did. No one ever showed me what genuine love looked like. You still want to know more?”My voice cracked on the last word, and I realized I wasn’t holding back anymore. Everything I’d buried under the facade of strength was clawing its way out.Her eyes lingered on me, quiet, patient—too patient. “And you,” I said, my jaw tightening, “you’ve been looking at me the same way they all do. Like you want to run away.”There was a strange ache spreading in my chest, sharp and unfamiliar. This—this was exactly why I didn’t talk about it. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Because this is all I’ve ever known, keeping it in, pretending it didn’t hurt.But then, slowly, her hand reached up, her fingers brushing against my face with a touch so soft it almost hurt.“It’s a good reason not to like them,” she murmured. “But hate, Maurice… that’s a heavy word. I understand you, I rea

BellaWhen I woke up, everything around me was dark and cramped. The space was tight, pressing against my shoulders, and it didn’t take long to realize I was moving. My body jolted with each bump of the road, and when I tried to lift my hand, it hit against something hard.I started banging on it, desperate for a response, but no one answered. Panic rose in my chest, fast, sharp, suffocating. I was in a moving car, trapped in what felt like the trunk. I didn’t know where they were taking me, but every instinct screamed that wherever it was, it would be far worse than where Dylan had kept me.My throat burned as I cried, calling for my wolf, but she didn’t respond. She hadn’t for a long time. It was like she was gone—broken, just like me.The car came to an abrupt stop, throwing me slightly forward. I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth to stifle a sob, tears streaking down my filthy face.Then came the sound of metal hinges creaking, the trunk opening. The sudden light stabbed into

AinaShe straightened herself and met my gaze. I offered her a small, reassuring smile. “Please, sit,” I said, motioning to the chair across from me. She moved gracefully, but there was a heaviness in her step, something sorrowful in the way her shoulders slumped.When she sat, she cleared her throat softly, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I know you’re probably wondering why I came here today,” she said, eyes glistening like she’d been crying for hours.“No worries,” I said gently, trying to make my tone as calm and understanding as possible. She nodded slightly, pressing her lips together as though to stop them from trembling.“Since the Alpha isn’t around,” she began again, her hands clasping tightly in her lap, “I came to you. I’d like to file for a divorce.”The strain in her voice was unmistakable, each word sounding like it cost her strength to say.I knew it wasn’t really my place to ask her why, but looking at her, so fragile and lost—I couldn’t help feeling a pang of pity.

Bella.It’s been a week since I was brought here, and so far, they’ve all treated me decently. Too decently, maybe. But the man called Pascal hasn’t shown his face once after that day, and that’s what keeps bothering me.I want to know why he did it, why the hell he bought me from that useless maid. I just need to know if this man is going to be a problem for me or a solution.Maybe he’s the answer to everything that’s gone wrong with my life—or maybe he’s just another Dylan, pretending to show care, playing the man that does not care but lock me up, until he rips everything away, throwing me in that hellhole, remembering that place sent a shiver through me.The door opened and two nurses walked in—a male and a female.“You’ll be discharged today, ma’am. The guards are outside waiting for you,” the woman said politely.I only nodded. I wasn’t about to say something that could be used against me. Not when everything around me already felt like a game I didn’t understand yet.The male n