The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 142

Chapter 133-1

Bella

“Get me out of here.”

Clair

The words scraped out of my throat, but no one answered. Of course no one would. They’ve locked me up again-boxed me in like I was something filthy. They might as well kill me. It would.

be kinder.

Pascal.

That useless coward. The moment Osborne walked in, Pascal couldn’t even keep eye contact, couldn’t breathe properly. And Osborne… he wasn’t the man I used to know. He wasn’t even close He looked like someone reborn-stronger, colder, carved into something that made my entire body

freeze.

And he called me a fool.

A fool.

I’ve been called a monster, a witch, cruel, wicked… but no one ever dared call me that.

I pulled myself onto the bed, my legs useless behind me. How did it come to this? Me, who used to have everything. Admiration. Beauty. Power. Influence. People tripping over themselves to please

1. Now I was nothing but a prisoner.

Maybe this is karma. Maybe all the girls I destroyed, all the people I humiliated, all the hearts I crushed… maybe this is what finally comes back for me.

Do I deserve it? I don’t know anymore. My life was easy from the beginning. Everything always worked for me. Nothing required effort. Maybe that’s why I lost myself.

But the truth settled deep and heavy in my chest-I am alone. Completely. There is no one coming to help me. No one is gonna be by my side. No one is even thinking about me.

And Dylan… he knows it.

He knows loneliness and humiliation is the worst punishment he could ever give me.

To leave me alive and alone, knowing that even though we are mated, I do not love him… and I do

not want to be tied to him.

I sat up on the bed, staring at the stool in the corner. Something cold and sharp formed inside me.

A bitter, broken laugh slipped from my lips.

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“I lived on my own terms,” I whispered, “so I’ll die on my own terms.”

Clair

I dragged myself off the bed and toward the stool. My hands shook as I lifted it, then slammed it against the floor. The wood cracked. I hit it again. And again. Harder each time until it splits apart.

I picked up a jagged piece, one end sharp enough.

I looked at it for a long second, breathing in the reality of it all.

This… this was the only thing left I could control.

I took one final breath, steadying my hand….

and pressed the sharp edge into my wrist.

A scream ripped out of my chest so hard it felt like it tore something inside me. Snorts burst through my nose, tears streaming uncontrollably as I gasped for air.

I had done it.

The pain was blinding, sharp enough to make stars flash behind my eyes, but still-I felt relief. Finally, I could leave this miserable place, even if the price was death. Maybe death was the only thing that hadn’t betrayed me.

I leaned back, breathing hard, waiting for everything to fade.

Yes… this was the best part of writing my own story-choosing the ending myself.

A broken laugh tore itself out of me again, bitter and trembling. My breathing slowed. Warm blood trickled freely down my wrist, collecting around me in a dark pool. My fingers were already going

numb. Vision blurring at the edges.

I was slipping away. This was it.

But then-Bang.

The door flew open so violently it hit the wall, and there he was.

Dylan.

The moment I saw him, my eyes widened in horror.

“N-no… no,” I managed to whisper, voice breaking.

He didn’t look horrified or angry. He was smiling.

He strode to me, dropped to a knee, and pressed hard against my wound to stop the bleeding.

Pain shot through me and I cried out.

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