The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 168

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Side Story 18-2

The truth?

I hadn’t even shifted yet… but I was already showing signs no ordinary werewolf ever showed before shifting.

Soon, he scrambled away, and I just stood there, stunned by what I’d done. I had actually hit him- me-and he couldn’t even fight back. A part of me was thrilled, proud even, but another part was terrified. I didn’t fully understand what lived inside me, and I needed to stay careful if I didn’t want

to hurt someone again.

I no longer felt like sitting on the bench. I needed to get back to my room. With a long sigh, I/ walked back inside, climbed up to my window, straight into my room, and collapsed onto my bed.

And goddess I was starving.

The next morning, when I saw Pamela, she avoided me entirely, keeping her face hidden. At first, I assumed it was because I had caught her last night… but what I overheard from the cook and the

cleaner left me completely speechless.

Since I’d fallen asleep early, I hadn’t noticed what happened after the party. So when I heard them chatting, I slowed down to listen.

“She didn’t even shift last night,” the cook said.

The cleaner laughed.

Wait-Pamela didn’t shift at all? I nearly burst out laughing right there but covered my mouth so

they wouldn’t know I was hiding nearby.

Once they turned away, I quietly tiptoed out and finally released the laugh I’d been holding in. No

wonder everyone was acting strange this morning-her father wasn’t around to sing for her like he

always did, and her mother had left early. Pamela was dealing with all of it alone.

Well, that wasn’t my concern.

I straightened up and headed to the kitchen. The moment the maids saw me, they stopped talking, but honestly, I wished they hadn’t.

I grabbed some food and was about to return to my room when the cleaner called, “I didn’t see you yesterday at the party.”

I turned to her, surprised she was even speaking to me since Mrs. Sinclair had forbidden them. But I answered anyway, “I wasn’t feeling well,” I lied.

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She nodded. “I hope you’re okay now.”

A small ache pricked my chest-it had been so long since anyone hoped anything good for me.

I decided maybe I could talk to them for once and sat down to eat.

“You haven’t shifted yet, have you?” the cook asked.

I swallowed before answering, “Two more months.”

They nodded. “I just hope you shift so you won’t end up like…..you know who” The cleaner added, and they both laughed-not at me, but at Pamela.

Just then, Pamela walked in. Their laughter died immediately as they pretended to work.

at are you two laughing at? Get back to your duties,” she snapped, still refusing to look at me.

ntinued eating and saw the way her shoulders drooped. She looked like she was seconds away om crying before she rushed out, and the cook and cleaner broke into quiet laughter again. I

couldn’t help but smile.

Days passed, and the entire house felt hollow. For the first time, Pamela experienced what it felt like to be an outcast. The pack mocked her, whispered about her failed shift, and questioned her health. It was ironic-now she was the one everyone pitied.

I was with my friend Eve when a few of Pamela’s so-called friends approached us to mock her. People who once worshipped her now freely laughed at her expense. I didn’t join them, and

eventually, they walked away.

“You should be happy,” Eve said. “They’ve stopped bothering you to go kiss up to her all the time.”

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