The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 143

Chapter 133-2

But he shoved his hand between my teeth.

Instinct took over. I bit down. Hard.

“Ugh!” he grunted, the taste of his blood filling my mouth.

I let go immediately, breath shaking. His blood, warm and metallic-hit my tongue.

“Get the doctor in here, now!” he barked at someone standing behind him, someone I hadn’t even realized was in the room.

My vision dimmed further. The room spun. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.

“You cannot die, Bella,” Dylan shouted, voice sharp and furious as everything faded. “You must

suffer!”

His words were the last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me whole.

When I opened my eyes again, for a split second I thought I’d crossed into the other world. But no- reality stung back into place. I lay in a dim room lit only by scattered candles, their flames trembling like they feared the darkness more than I did.

My wrist throbbed. A sharp, stupid ache.

So… I didn’t die.

Of course not. That man just had to interfere and ruin it.

Fine. I’ll try again later.

“You really are stubborn till the very end.”

His voice dragged my gaze sideways. There he was-standing a few feet away, arms folded, leaning against the wall like he’d been watching me for a long time. His eyes cut straight through

me, sharp and unforgiving.

“You should have just let me die,” I muttered, turning my head away from him. “Better still, you could’ve done it yourself.”

At this point, what did it matter? I had nothing left. So it was best to end it. I knew that now,

painfully.

“This is nothing compared to the pain you’ve caused others,” he said, his tone cold but strangely steady. “So if I were you, I wouldn’t waste time pitying myself. I’d be thinking about how cruel I’ve been. How much harm I’ve done.”

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I scoffed under my breath. “Give it up. You know what I am. A bad person. Nothing you say will

change that or make me feel anything.”

Silence fell after that. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy, watching kind. He didn’t rush to answer. He just stared, like he was peeling back my skin, layer by rotten layer.

“You don’t feel remorseful, do you?” he asked eventually.

I didn’t respond immediately. For once, even my thoughts hesitated.

Remorseful…?

For the people I killed? The ones I hurt? The ones who begged?

I turned my head slowly toward him. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Being evil… being a beast, like you all call me-that’s all I’ve ever known.”

And it was the truth. I held his gaze without flinching. What else could I do? There was nothing worth saving inside me. This was who I was.

“If that’s the case,” he said, rising to his full height, “then from today henceforth, you will be taught

manners.”

My brows drew together, but he continued before I could speak.

“Every second I’ve spent with you,” he said, “the more I’ve realized how your father and everyone around you failed you. And just how truly evil you’ve become because of it. So for that, Bella…” His voice hardened, “…you will continue to suffer under my watch.”

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