Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Clara“Seriously, Abel—my life is in danger and this is what you’re thinking about?” I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm even though my heart wasn’t as steady as I pretended. He slowly lifted his head from my neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat behind, and fixed his gaze on me.“You’ve underestimated me for far too long, Clara,” he said in a low, deliberate tone. “My uncle believes he’s always several steps ahead of everyone else. But the truth is, I’m always the one moving before him.”His eyes softened just slightly as they dropped to my lips, lingering there with intention. “Your life isn’t in danger,” he added quietly. “And it never will be. Not while I breathe.”“I hear you,” I said, forcing myself to step back, “but I still need to go now.”That earned me a slow, knowing smile. “You really know how to provoke me, don’t you?”“Do I?” I whispered, tilting my head innocently. The shift in his expression was immediate—his pupils darkened, his jaw tightening.“You’re staying,” he

ClaraBy the end of it all, every trail led back to Alpha Klaus.The men he had sent to do his dirty work, the evidence gathered quietly over the years, the testimonies that surfaced once fear loosened its grip—everything pointed to him. And the most horrifying truth of all was one no one could deny anymore: he had murdered his own brother, the former Alpha, simply to claim the title for himself.The punishment for such a crime was death.Yet even then, Abel showed a mercy Klaus never deserved. Because Klaus had acted alone, his wife and son were spared execution. Still, they were stripped of their titles, their authority, their name within the pack. They would be driven out and exiled forever, carrying the weight of Klaus’s sins with them. If not for Abel’s restraint, they would have been wiped out entirely.As for Mr. Sinclair, his fate was sealed as well. Ten years in prison—for aiding in the plot to assassinate me. He hadn’t been the only one involved, but he had played his part,

Idara I got into huge trouble. Yeah, it is as you heard it, a very big trouble and right now I’m on my way to my mom’s. I need to get out of town because it’s that serious. For context, I’m a very big girl—not that huge, but chubby, with really big breasts. I have this friend—or should I say had a friend who is the complete opposite of me, the beautiful, slender and born with a silver spoon type of girl. She had been dating a guy for the past three years, and they got engaged last year. But I did what no friend was supposed to do: I blurted out a secret between us because she pushed me to the point where I was so angry and said it. Still, I shouldn’t have. But I guess I was really mad when she humiliated me in front of everyone, and I was sick of it all, her constant ridicules, so I said what I wasn’t supposed to say. Now, with the influence she has, she’s been making my life miserable. You might be wondering what I did. Well, before she met her boyfriend Jax, Marilyn once dated

IdaraOne Tuesday afternoon, after yet another day of doing absolutely nothing, lunchtime finally rolled around. The office had a cafeteria downstairs where employees could go eat, and honestly, it was the only part of the day I ever looked forward to.Eliot walked up to my desk with a bright smile on his face.“Well, Idara,” he said cheerfully, flashing those white teeth of his, “why don’t we all go eat lunch together?”I nodded, relieved for the distraction.But before I could even stand up, Faye laughed lightly.“Seriously, Eliot,” she said, waving a hand dismissively, “we can eat alone like we always do. Besides, it doesn’t look like Idara needs more food.”She laughed again, like it was the most harmless joke in the world.I froze.I didn’t know if she truly thought what she said was funny, but I didn’t find it amusing—not even a little. I was used to comments like that. Too used to them. And because of that, I knew exactly when someone was insulting me and when they were pretend

Idara“Y-your… your eyes,” I whispered, taking a step back.Fear wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head toward the door. I followed his gaze instinctively, my heart hammering wildly.God, I want to run.My mind was a mess, panic, confusion, dread—everything crashing into each other at once. And just then, the door opened.How did he even know someone was coming?This time, it wasn’t anyone I recognized.A woman stepped inside. She had short hair, sharp eyes, and wore a fitted suit that screamed authority. She was tall, composed, professional—the kind of woman who looked like she always knew what was going on.“I guess this is her,” she said calmly, directing her words to Mr. Chester.He turned to look at me again.My stomach dropped.Were they part of some cult?And was I the sacrifice?A thousand thoughts rushed through my head all at once.“I almost lost it,” Mr. Chester said to the woman, his eyes never leaving