The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 169

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That day, I was completely drained, thinking only about myself and not Pamela, she’s the very least of my problems. As I walked down the street toward the house, a line of cars suddenly sped past, their headlights flaring in my eyes. I paused and watched them one by one. The moment I spotted the flag flying on the lead vehicle, I knew-it had to be the Alpha’s family.

I let out a tired sigh and continued walking.

When I got home, Pamela was the only one there. She sat on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. I didn’t bother saying anything and headed straight for my room, but her voice stopped me

mid-step.

“You’re having yours soon, aren’t you? You’ll shift soon, right?”

I didn’t answer. At least she had a roof over her head. Tomorrow, I wouldn’t.

I sighed again. She sat up, finally looking at me. “You must be happy that everyone is laughing at me now. Happy you got your revenge.”

I’d had enough. “Maybe if you had any good in you, the goddess would’ve smiled at you. But she didn’t. Whatever you’re facing now is her punishment, not mine.”

I didn’t wait for her reaction. I just walked away.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I snuck to the kitchen to find something to snack on. Just then, the front door opened, and footsteps came down the stairs.

“Honey, what kept you out so late?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.

Her useless husband replied in a strained voice, “Alpha Abel is back.”

My eyes widened. I froze, listening.

“And the moment that brat returned, the handover started,” he grumbled. That caught my attention

immediately.

“The Alpha was furious, but he acted calm. You should’ve seen how the Beta instantly switched

sides,” Mr. Sinclair hissed. “Very soon-maybe sooner than expected-the Alpha will have to announce the transfer of power publicly. But for now, it’s already done.”

Mrs. Sinclair sighed heavily as they both headed upstairs.

Interesting. Honestly, I couldn’t blame Abel. He wasn’t a child anymore. It made sense that he would take back what rightfully belonged to him. He’d let his uncle rule long enough. I didn’t understand why the former Alpha was angry; his nephew was simply reclaiming his legacy.

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I took my snacks and went back to my room. At least I could enjoy this one small thing today. My packed bag sat in the corner, almost staring back at me. I sighed again.

Alpha Abel’s father had died suddenly. He had been a great leader-he built this pack into the strongest in the East. But after his death, the council claimed he had spoiled his son too much, said Abel wasn’t ready to rule even though he wasn’t that young. They sent him far away.

But now he was back, ready to take what was his.

And honestly… I was happy for him.

The next day, it was the knock on my door that woke me up, followed by Mrs. Sinclair’s frantic

voice.

“Clara, get up-please!”

Her voice sounded like she was crying or terrified. I had never heard her sound like that before. I

hurried out of bed, ran to the door, unlocked it, and opened it.

There she was, shaking. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Pamela… she’s been bleeding nonstop,”

she said through tears, her voice trembling as she pointed toward Pamela’s room.

My legs moved instantly. I rushed with her down the hall, into Pamela’s room, and straight to the

bathroom.

There Pamela was-leaning on the toilet, blood everywhere on the floor. She lifted her head to look

at me, and she looked completely miserable.

“See? I don’t know what to do,” Mrs. Sinclair cried behind me.

“I’m fine, Mother,” Pamela whispered with a weak, fake smile.

“No, you’re not,” I said, walking straight to her. Her eyes widened when I bent and scooped her up

off the floor.

“No-put me down,” she tried to protest, but I snapped my head toward her, my voice harder than I

meant. “Behave.”

She went quiet immediately as I carried her out of the bathroom, out of her room, and out of the house with Mrs. Sinclair running after us.

“I have the keys!” she said breathlessly, running ahead to the car and unlocking it. By that time Pamela was already slumping against me, crying softly.

Damn. Today was supposed to be my sixteenth birthday, yet here I was drenched in her blood and

carrying her.

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I got into the car with her still in my arms. Mrs. Sinclair jumped into the driver’s seat, hands shaking as she started the engine.

“We’ll be at the hospital soon, baby,” she said, voice shaking as she drove like a maniac. I just prayed we wouldn’t crash.

When we arrived, she ran out immediately and rushed into the hospital. While we were alone for a

second, Pamela whispered:

“I killed it.”

I turned and stared at her. She lifted her tear-streaked face toward mine.

“I killed the little thing, Clara…” Her voice cracked, and she looked so broken.

“What little thing?” I asked, frowning, because she looked half-conscious and had lost so much

blood that she might be talking nonsense.

She gave a painful smile, like she wanted to explain, but before she could say anything else the car

door flew open. Nurses pulled her from my arms and put her on a stretcher, while wheeling her in.

I stepped out of the car, staring at my clothes soaked in her blood. She said she killed the little thing. What thing? I didn’t know what to think.

I walked to the emergency ward where Mrs. Sinclair was shaking while talking to her husband on the phone. When she hung up, she leaned on the wall, still trembling, and I sat down.

“Thank you,” she said suddenly.

I turned my head sharply. I thought she was talking to someone else.

“It’s you, dammit,” she snapped, like the words hurt her mouth.

Minutes later, Mr. Sinclair ran in and hugged his crying wife. Seeing him honestly ruined my mood

even more, so I looked away.

Then the doctor came out of the emergency room and I got up while they hurried to him.

“How is my child?” Mr. Sinclair asked, agitated.

The doctor sighed, and all of us held our breath.

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