The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 167

Side Story 18-1

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The birthday girl herself-Pamela-was half-naked, her top discarded, while Alan had his hands and

mouth all over her chest, sucking and nibbling her. They were so wrapped up in themselves they didn’t even notice me standing there.

And the worst part? She hadn’t even shifted yet. She didn’t know who her mate was. Yet here she

was, letting Alan grope her like she already belonged to him.

I shook my head.

“Well, this is odd,” I said aloud.

Pamela shrieked as if I’d caught her murdering someone. She scrambled off Alan, grabbed her

dress, and tried to cover herself. Alan stood up too, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“W-w-what are you doing here?” she stuttered.

“Taking some fresh air,” I said calmly. “Didn’t think I’d run into… this.”

My eyes slid to Alan.

“Tell me, Alan-what would your mate think when she finds out you’re busy screwing someone

else?”

He stiffened immediately. Pamela turned to him, shocked.

Pamela-ever the clueless one-didn’t know Alan knew his mate, she’s really oblivious, he is two

years older than us but still goes about lying to every girl, saying he hadn’t found his mate yet after

his shift, just so he could hop into their beds. But I had seen him once with her, his actual mate. He

only played rough when he thought no one was watching. Except I always happen to be there, I

catch him oftentimes.

“You… you know who your mate is?” Pamela whispered, eyes wide.

The moment Alan didn’t answer, she burst into tears, her fantasies crumbling right in front of her.

She yanked on her dress and ran off crying.

Alan’s face darkened as soon as she disappeared.

“What have you done?” he snapped.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “This is all you.”

He stepped closer. “You think I don’t see it? You’re jealous. You want to be in her place. You want me to kiss you like I—”

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Side Story 18-1

I sighed. Was he serious?

“Even if I wanted a kiss,” I said, “it definitely wouldn’t be from you. What good would it do? You aren’t even the next in line for alpha.”

That hit him-hard.

Everyone knew the truth. Alan would never be alpha. His cousin Abel would take the title. Alan’s father only became alpha because the real one, his own brother-died, leaving Abel who they claimed he’d spoiled all alone. And Abel had been gone for training and leadership preparation, but rumors said he’d be returning soon.

When he came back, he would reclaim what belonged to him.

“I see,” Alan said, stepping closer. “You’ve got a big mouth.”

He moved right into my space. We were almost the same height.

“You’ll regret this.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked hard, making my eyes go wide.

Without thinking, I struck. I kicked his leg and he released me.

“You bitch!” he roared, throwing a punch. I tilted my head to the side and his fist cut through the air.

When I turned back to look at him, something in me shifted-because he paled instantly. His eyes

locked on mine, trembling.

“W-who the hell are you?” he whispered.

I only smiled, then punched him with my fist. He stumbled back.

“Next time you try that, you’ll be running home without your teeth,” I told him.

But his pride was wounded. He shifted partially, claws and teeth showing, and lunged at me.

I didn’t panic.

I leapt higher than I ever had, and when I came down, I slammed him into the ground so hard the breath left his chest. A growl tore from my throat-deep, raw, nothing like anything I’d ever heard from myself.

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