The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 170

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Clair

Mr. Sinclair turned toward me, our eyes meeting briefly before he quickly looked away. Mrs. Sinclair crouched down, dread spilling across her face as confusion twisted her features./’Who… who could have done that to my daughter?” she whispered, her hand flying to her mouth.

It wasn’t my place to answer, so I kept quiet.

About an hour later, we were told Pamela had regained consciousness. Mr. Sinclair’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he marched straight toward her room, his wife hurrying after him. I followed behind. “Honey, please, let’s think this through,” she begged, but the moment he stepped inside, he didn’t think at all.

“Tell me, Pamela-who got you pregnant?” he roared. Her eyes trembled, but thankfully the doctor intervened. “Please, sir, she doesn’t need that right now.”

Pamela’s gaze shifted to me.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair turned to stare at me, and I stared right back. “Don’t look at me,” I said

flatly. “It’s not like I can impregnate anyone.”

Their attention swung back to Pamela.

“Tell me, baby,” Mrs. Sinclair said softly, “who got you pregnant?”

Pamela’s eyes quivered as tears streamed down her face, and through her sobs she whispered, “It

was Alan.”

And I swear, the moment she said that name, her father went completely rigid.

Yes, you heard that right-Alan got her pregnant. And no, I had no intention of telling them I’d

witnessed one of their secret little meetings.

“What?” Mrs. Sinclair breathed, her face draining of color as she turned toward her husband. His

fist was clenched tight. “Are you sure?” he muttered, and Pamela nodded, tears spilling freely down

her cheeks.

Mr. Sinclair didn’t say another word. He simply turned around and walked out, while Mrs. Sinclair could barely stay upright.

Well… this was one hell of a rollercoaster.

I stepped out of the ward and then out of the hospital, letting out a long sigh. After everything that had happened today, was I still supposed to leave their house?

I rubbed the back of my neck-and that was when I sensed someone behind me. I turned, and of

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course, it was Mr. Sinclair. Ugh. I hated his guts. I honestly thought he had already left.

Clau

“Clara,” he called, and I frowned. “I know we are off on the wrong foot, but please… let’s put that

aside for now.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “So what do you want from me?”

He looked genuinely confused, like he didn’t even know how to say it. “I’m going to the Alpha’s

Mansion. I want you to come with me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Then go with your wife.”

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Just this once, Clara. I won’t ask for anything else. You still have Pamela’s blood on your clothes- the Alpha will need proof.”

“Then go tell him yourself, it’s not like you don’t know him personally,” I snapped. I was already irritated. I didn’t want to talk to him, much less stand next to him.

“It’s not Alpha Klaus,” he cut in, voice dropping. “It’s…” He trailed off, but I already knew who he meant. He had told his wife last night that Alpha Klaus had handed the title over to Alpha Abel.

So I just nodded. His eyes widened a bit surprised by how I gave in and he exhaled. “Thank you,” he said quickly before rushing toward the car. I followed him.

Sitting in the car with him made my skin crawl, but I kept still. I needed to get through this.

“So what do I get out of all this?” I asked flatly. After all, they all wanted me gone, and I had

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