All Chapters of My Toxic Trait Is Being Fat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

### RykerI set my whiskey glass down.“Are you alright?”“Yes.”The answer came too quickly and flat.I studied her for a moment.“Are you sure?”She finally looked at me.“I want a drink.”I blinked. “…What?”“Alcohol.” She held out her hand impatiently. “Pour me a drink.”I couldn’t remember her ever asking for anything before. Now she was demanding it.Without another word I reached for the bottle, poured a small measure into a crystal glass, and handed it to her.She took it without hesitation and tipped the entire contents into her mouth.She coughed almost immediately, face twisting as the liquor burned its way down. I expected her to stop.Instead she reached for the bottle itself.Before I could react she had unscrewed the cap and pressed it to her lips. She swallowed once. Twice. Three times.I grabbed the bottle and pulled it away.“What the hell are you doing?”Her watery eyes snapped to mine. “Give it back.”“No.”She reached for it again. I lifted it

###RykerI carried her through the quieter side corridors, away from the main ballroom. A few staff members glanced up as we passed, then quickly looked away. Sincerely’s head rested against my shoulder, her breath warm through the fabric of my shirt. The alcohol and the orgasm had left her soft and pliant in my arms. Her body was full and substantial, generous curves that filled my hold completely, yet she settled against me with an ease that made her feel anything but heavy. I adjusted my grip once, steadying the soft weight of her thighs over my arm, and kept walking.Outside, the night air was cooler. The car was already waiting at the private entrance, engine running, driver standing by the open rear door with his eyes carefully averted. I slid into the back seat with her still in my arms, then settled her across my lap. The door closed with a soft, final click.She didn’t speak.Neither did I.The city lights slid past the tinted windows in soft streaks of gold and white.

###SincerelyI pushed open the door to Ryker’s study and stepped inside.“You asked for me?”“Yes.”Ryker rose from behind his desk. He walked around it and gestured toward the chair opposite him.“Sit.”I hesitated for half a second, then lowered myself into the seat. My head still ached faintly from the night before, and the quiet authority in his voice only made the room feel smaller.He didn’t return to his chair. Instead he leaned against the edge of the desk, picked up the iPad lying beside him, and placed it on the table in front of me.“Watch this.”I frowned.“What is it?”He didn’t answer. He simply pressed play.The screen came alive.And the moment I saw the face staring back at me, every muscle in my body locked.Roland.My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my throat.No.Not again.He stood behind a polished podium, surrounded by cameras, reporters, and pack representatives, looking every bit like the grieving, honorable Alpha he wanted the world to

### Roland The cameras had finally left. I stood alone in the empty press room, the last of the microphones still clustered on the podium like a half-dismantled shrine. The air still smelled of polished wood, expensive cologne, and the faint metallic tang of overworked lighting equipment. Outside, the corridors of Mooncrest’s administrative wing buzzed with the aftermath—aides answering calls, pack representatives murmuring in tight clusters, the machinery of public opinion already turning in the direction I had pointed it. I allowed myself a single, controlled exhale. It had gone well. Better than well. I had given them exactly what they needed: a wronged Alpha, a sacred bond disregarded, a vulnerable young woman taken in by a known rival. No raised voices. No open threats. Just carefully measured sorrow and the quiet demand for justice. The northern packs would eat it up. The traditionalists would nod along. And the ones who had always disliked Blackstone would finally

### SincerelyThe words left my mouth and hung in the air between us.Ryker went completely still.For several seconds he didn’t speak. He didn’t even blink. He simply looked at me, the quiet exhaustion in his face sharpening into something colder and far more focused.When he finally answered, his voice was low.“No. You're not going back there.”I tightened my fingers around his.“Look at what's happening to you, you're not fine.”“I am, Sin—"“No, you're not.” I interrupted. “You're handling so much alone. The reporters, the council, the investors, the packs… and you want to pretending none of this is affecting you?”All of it because I’m here. If I go back—”“If you go back,” he cut in, “Roland gets exactly what he wants.”“This isn’t about satisfaction,” I said, frustration rising. “This is about your pack taking damage because of me. You look like you haven’t slept in days. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”“I am the Alpha.” The words were quiet, but they lande