The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 171

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“You will give me money to rent a studio apartment for at least a month,” I said. “That’s

“Done,” he replied immediately.

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deal.”

Good. In a month, I should be able to find a job and pay the next rent myself.

When we arrived, I stepped out of the car, and so did he, and I practically shook-not from fear, but from pure irritation.

He strode toward the mansion, and I followed closely behind. They let him pass, and when they saw me accompanying him, they allowed me in as well.

I had been here before, but it was just a faint memory I barely remembered.

Mr. Sinclair walked briskly, and I kept pace with him. He turned sharply, and I followed suit.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a massive door, where guards were stationed. One of them spoke, “state your business.”

He straightened. “I have something to tell Alpha Abel, it’s important,” he said.

The guards’ eyes scanned me, taking in the blood covering my clothes, before returning their

attention to Mr. Sinclair. “You can go in,” they said.

Mr. Sinclair leaned in slightly and whispered, “stay here, when I need you you will be called.” I simply

nodded and found a place to sit as he went inside.

He’d better be quick. And soon, the door opened again, and a man stepped out. Immediately, the guards bowed slightly. His eyes flicked to mine, and he asked, “are you the girl?”

I frowned and stood. “which one?” I asked.

He arched a brow. “the one who…” His voice trailed off. “yeah, you are the one, you have blood all

over you,” he said, shaking his head.

“hmm, not I’m the one who got pregnant,” I wanted to make that clear. “just come in,” he called, and I obeyed.

I passed the guards and him as well, and for the first time, I stepped into the alpha’s office. The

man immediately gave an order to one of the guards. “Send someone to call Alan here, right now,” he barked. I wondered who he was.

I was certain he wasn’t the alpha-everyone knew the alpha had red hair.

And there he was. As my eyes fell on him, I realized he was looking directly at me while seated, his

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gaze unwavering. So, this was alpha Abel.

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From what I knew, he was twenty-two. His father had died when he was fifteen, they sent him away to study politics, and now he had returned.

He had red hair, piercing green eyes, and faint freckles across his face. Let’s just say he was undeniably handsome.

I bowed my head slightly in greeting, not caring that Mr. Sinclair was standing nearby.

Then Mr. Sinclair spoke. “As you can see, this is my daughter’s blood on her clothes, alpha,” he said

-but something felt off. The alpha should have been focused on the blood on my clothes, not on

my face.

Or… did I have blood on my face?

“What is your name?” a deep, masculine voice asked. It was Alpha Abel, and he seemed more

curious about my name than anything else.

“Clara,” I said, the name slipping quietly from my lips.

“Clara,” he murmured slowly, as if tasting the name on his tongue, all the while keeping his gaze

fixed on me. I sighed and glanced away.

“Well, we’ve seen the blood-you can go,” the man from earlier said to me.

“I haven’t told her to go yet, Randy,” the alpha interjected almost immediately. Randy bowed his

head. “Forgive me, alpha,” he said.

Soon, the door swung open and Alan stepped in, his footsteps echoing through the office.

“Why was 1 summoned?” he asked, but the moment his eyes met mine, I swear he nearly jumped

out of his skin, terror written all over his face.

His eyes dropped to my blood-stained clothes, and the idiot blurted out, “oh you suddenly killed

someone with your strength?”

But I quickly noticed how unusually silent the office had become.

“With what strength,” Randy finally cut through the silence, but the fool, instead of stopping, kept talking.

“Oh you did,” he added, sounding almost pleased, as if he’d been waiting for the moment I’d finally be punished. “I dislocated my arm that day you slammed me to the ground.”

I’d had enough of his nonsense, and my voice came out sharper than I intended. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll do it again.” I said through clenched teeth.

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