All Chapters of My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

###Sincerelydoor clicked shut behind Ryker, leaving me alone in the heavy silence of his study.I stood frozen for several long seconds, staring at the small velvet box still sitting open on the desk. The pink curved vibrator and sleek black remote looked almost innocent under the soft afternoon light. Almost.I’d rather go home and face everything than be used as his sex toy.The words still echoed in my head, sharp and defiant. But my body… my body was a traitor. Heat lingered between my thighs, a humiliating reminder of how wet I had gotten just from his filthy descriptions.I should leave. Walk out right now. Go back to my room and wait for evening so I could refuse and force him to take me to Mooncrest.Instead, my wolf surged forward excitedly. “How about we see how it works?” She countered softly. “If you throw it in the trash right now, this ends. He’ll stop chasing you and you’ll return to Mooncrest… to Bianca, to Miranda, to Roland. And you’ll go through twice as much

### SincerelyI jerked awake with a sharp gasp, my heart slamming against my ribs.For a long moment I just sat there, staring at the ceiling, and trying to catch my breath. My body still hummed restlessly and every tiny shift of my thighs sent a faint, shameful echo of what I had done earlier in his study. The memory of the pink vibrator, the instructional video, and the way I had cum while moaning his name made my cheeks burn all over again.Disgusting.I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, willing the images away, but they refused to leave. Just then, a soft click pulled me out of the spiral.I lowered my hands and saw a maid closing the wardrobe doors. Several elegant dresses now hung inside—deep purple, soft golds, and one striking black gown that looked far too sophisticated for someone like me. The maid turned and offered a polite smile.“Good afternoon, Miss. I hope you rested well.”I sat up slowly, pulling the covers higher. My voice came out rough. “Hun… w

###SincerelySilence fell over the balcony.Not the peaceful kind.The suffocating kind that made every nearby conversation die the moment that deep voice rang out.Alpha Ryker walked toward us with unhurried confidence, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his tailored black tuxedo suit, the other still holding a glass of whiskey. His expression was unreadable, yet every step carried the quiet authority of a man who had never needed to announce his power.Guests near the balcony instinctively stepped aside as he approached, power following him like a shadow.Bianca’s grip on my wrist loosened for the briefest second as she looked up. Her eyes widened. For a heartbeat she simply stared, taking in the sharp cut of his jaw, the broad shoulders beneath the black suit, and those piercing golden-flecked eyes that seemed capable of seeing straight through anyone.A bright, practiced smile bloomed across her face.“Well…” she laughed softly, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from

### RolandBy sunrise, the damage was already done.The news had spread faster than wildfire through dry timber.Every major pack outlet carried the same headlines, bold and merciless across their front pages:The Elusive Alpha Ryker Appears with Mystery Woman at Blackstone Gala
Who Is the Woman Beside Blackstone’s Alpha?
Alpha Ryker Publicly Defends Unknown Female GuestPhotographs flooded every platform before the morning run even finished.One of him guiding her away from the balcony, hand settled low on her back like a claim.
Another of him standing between her and Bianca—unmoving, unyielding.
And the worst of them: the exact moment he looked down at Sincerely. His expression unreadable, but the focus in it was absolute. As if the rest of the room had ceased to exist.Within hours, every pack was talking, speculating, and digging.It should have worked in my favor.Alpha Ryker, our greatest rival had chosen to associate himself with the woman I had rejected. People should

### SincerelyI snapped my eyes open then immediately squeezed them shut again.Harsh rays of morning sunlight cut through the curtains and stabbed straight into my vision. The light felt sharp, almost physical. I turned my face into the pillow with a low groan, waiting for the brightness to ease.It didn’t.When I tried again, slower this time, it wasn’t the sunlight that forced my eyes closed.It was the pounding in my head.A deep, relentless throb pulsed behind my temples, each beat radiating outward until even the smallest shift of my neck felt unbearable. I stayed perfectly still, breathing carefully through my nose, as if any larger movement might split my skull.“Gosh…” The word came out rough, barely more than a whisper. I pressed my fingertips against my forehead, trying to push the ache back. “My head hurts.”I lay there a little longer, letting the pain settle into something manageable. Only then did I push myself upright, inch by inch, one careful breath at a time