The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

OsborneThe years I have been Alpha have been tremendous. It isn’t an easy task, but I take pride in what I have done. The challenges, the sleepless nights, the decisions that could make or break a pack—I’ve lived through all of it and I’m still standing.“Alpha, it’s Maurice,” Alex said, handing me the phone.It would be best to help him… to help that damn pack. But in truth, it’s not really the pack I care about—it’s him. Maurice. The son I can work with. Not the father.“Yes, Alpha Maurice,” I answered as I took the call.He didn’t speak immediately, took a second before his voice came through. “It’s about what I told you… I just wanted to know if I should still put my hopes on you or look somewhere else.” as if he has other options.“Don’t look somewhere else, Maurice,” I said firmly. “I’ll be doing you this favor for old time’s sake.”The moment the words left my mouth, I heard him sigh in relief. I almost chuckled. I knew it wasn’t easy for him to ask. Alpha Hamilton never taugh

My hand tangled in his hair while he kissed my neck, then he brought his face close to mine for a fervent kiss.His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring it as if it were our very first kiss, his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.His breath mingled with mine as we became enveloped in each other's warmth; every kiss, every moment of intimacy, the sensations never fade, in fact, they have intensified over the years, the longing for each other, the heat, and ultimately merging as one.He grasped my backside, kneading it like a baker working dough, his shaft pressed against me through his pants, and I exhaled in desire, swallowing my moans as he responded with his own.In each other's embrace, we felt utterly perfect, and as if I weighed nothing, he lifted me from the floor, my legs encircling his body as he carried us to the bed. He gently laid me down and broke our kiss, leaving me gasping for air, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Even after all these

I stared around the store, my eyes lingering on all the new things that had come into existence while I was shut away. Everything looked brighter, livelier—almost foreign. Yes, Dylan had brought designers to the mansion to make me feel like I still had access to the world, but it was never the same. There’s a certain life that comes with being among people, seeing the real world, not just what someone allows you to see.No matter what, I had to find a way back home. I needed to know what had happened while I was locked away in that golden prison. Dylan always controlled what I saw, what I heard, what I wore. He crafted a perfect illusion around me, one I was finally seeing through.My father never called. Not once. And Maurice, that useless coward—he didn’t even try to reach me. We were never close, but still… he could have done something. He’s always been weak, too afraid to stand against Father and me.I wondered what Father would say when he saw me again—what kind of face he would

I started looking around for someone else to ask when suddenly three men surrounded me, forcing me to move back a little until one of them grabbed hold of my wheelchair.“Well, well,” one of them said with a smirk, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone this late?”Their clothes were rough, their faces worse, and I could tell right away they weren’t the kind of men I wanted trouble with.“Oh, wait,” another one said, pointing directly at me, his eyes narrowing. “I think I’ve seen that face before.”My stomach dropped. No—please, not now. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could open my mouth to scream, a rough hand clamped over it, muffling my voice.I glanced around desperately, hoping someone—anyone—would notice, but people just walked past as if nothing was happening.“No one’s going to help you, sweetheart,” the one behind me whispered in a tone that made my blood run cold.Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. I thought I was ready to face anyt

AlexNothing feels the same anymore. Everything around me feels heavy, wrong—like I’m slowly sinking and no one even notices. I’m completely drained, from home to work, trapped in a cycle that leaves no room to breathe. Every day, I wear that same fake smile, pretending I’m fine while something inside me is tearing apart.Miranda won’t stop her endless nagging. She lives for the attention, for the fancy dresses and jewels, for the way people look at her when she flaunts herself as the Beta’s wife. She loves the show, the status—but I’m tired. I’m tired of watching her spend money lasvishly all just to prove a point, tired of pretending our marriage is perfect when it’s nothing but smoke and mirrors.And then there’s the one thing that eats at me most—no child. Not one. My father never lets me forget it either. Every visit, every phone call turns into the same bitter reminder. “You’ve been married this long, Alex, and still no heir walks your home.”His words ring in my head long after