All Chapters of The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MauriceI paced the length of the room for what felt like the hundredth time, my nerves frayed and my mind refusing to settle. What exactly did Bella want from me now? What was her endgame? If it hadn’t been for Alpha Osborne’s intervention, I wouldn’t have known she’d even involved herself with the kidnapping of my mate. Somehow, that man had stepped in for me once more.This made it the third time I owed him my gratitude.The first had been when Bella nearly killed me, and Osborne found me in time.The second was when the entire business collapsed and I thought everything was over—he revived it without expecting anything in return.And now… he had gone himself to rescue my mate, telling me not to worry.Osborne Cliff wasn’t just a good alpha; he was a good man. A man whose presence commanded respect. A man I hoped, someday, I could measure up to.I reached out to Octavia again through our mind link, unable to wait any longer.“What’s happening?” I asked, my brows drawn tight.Her vo

Aina Life has been wonderful ever since I found Osborne—no, actually since he found me, whichever version sounds more magical. He is the love of my life, the man who looked at me when no one else did, the one who saw beauty in places even I had forgotten existed. He embraced me wholly, fiercely, as if losing me would shatter the world he stands on. He taught me to love myself again, to see worth where others only pointed out flaws. He spoke life into me, reshaping the way I saw myself and the world around me. Every morning when we wake up, he whispers love into my ears as if it is the first day he ever fell for me. Every night, he holds me close, making love to me slowly before we drift to sleep tangled in each other. He is my better half—my other soul, the one who owns me the same way I claim him. Everything I have today, I owe to him. The love. The family. The peace. All of it started with him choosing me. My hand drifted to my stomach instinctively, feeling the soft, playful kic

He walked in slowly, each step heavy enough to make the entire cafeteria tense. Instinctively, every one of us bowed our heads. Even I did—it was automatic.“I said,” Owen repeated, voice deeper now, “who threw that mashed potato on her?”This time he wasn’t asking. He was commanding. And he definitely wasn’t joking.After a long, painful silence, Ambrose slowly rose from his seat. Of course it was him. I wasn’t surprised at all. He was Lara’s wannabe boyfriend—the one who acted tough but shrank whenever real authority walked in. I’d heard she had told him to stay quiet because the future Alpha was around. And when wants to woo Owen. “It—it was me,” he stuttered, trembling so badly the tray in front of him rattled. “I just… wanted to scare her.”Someone yelled from the back, “Eww! Ambrose is peeing himself!”All heads snapped toward his legs——and sure enough, a tiny wet patch was spreading.Laughter exploded. Louder than before. Crueler.Oh wow. He could actually get scared to the p

AiraOwen stepped closer, his presence heavy enough to quiet the air between the three of us. For once, I didn’t feel like teasing him. I just let out a slow sigh.“This isn’t the first time he and I have been this close, Owen,” I said gently.He blinked… then looked away so fast it made my brows knit together.“I’ll take my leave then,” Benson said suddenly.My head whipped toward him. “Are you chickening away?”He wasn’t about to leave me alone with this version of Owen, the one acting like a complete weirdo.“What did you say?” Owen asked sharply.Both Benson and I turned toward him.“I asked him why he was chickening out,” I said, keeping my voice steady.He shook his head. “No. The other thing you said.”Benson and I exchanged a confused look. “Uh… she didn’t say anything else,” Benson offered.Before Owen could press further, another voice cut in.“So this is where you ran off to,” someone said.I turned to see a guy approaching, tall, sharp-featured, unfamiliar. He was speaking

AiraWhen my father later came back from work, the house smelled faintly of the dinner I had prepared. Soon, my mother would also be home, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t take today’s events out of my mind. Owen’s sudden intensity, the way he had acted—it kept playing over and over. My father was the only one I felt I could talk to freely about things like this. So, when I found him sitting in the living room, a book in hand, waiting for my mom so we could eat dinner together, I knew I had to speak up. I cleared my throat and called, “Dad.”He looked up immediately, his warm eyes meeting mine. “What’s up, dear?”I took a deep breath, sliding into the seat across from him. “Um… what does it mean when a male wolf sniffs the scent of an unmated female wolf?” My voice came out quieter than I expected, almost hesitant.He slowly set his book down, removing his glasses, and leaned forward, his brows knitting with curiosity. “What do you mean by that?”“Well… I wouldn’t say he smelled