The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 187

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That was when I felt it-Abel’s scent moving closer. Strong. Overwhelming. Pulling at me whether I

wanted it to or not.

I turned back, and there he was…

walking straight toward me, his eyes locked on mine and never shifting away.

When he reached me, he stopped. I had expected a casual “We meet again, how are you?” or some polite greeting, but instead he said, “We should speak alone.” The sharpness in his voice made it

clear he was angry.

“This way,” he instructed, and I followed him. We reached a door, he opened it, and I stepped inside. Immediately, he entered as well, closing the door behind him. Then he demanded, “Who is

he?”

I turned to him, knowing he meant Desmond. “He’s a friend,” I replied evenly, but I could see from the look in his eyes that he didn’t like it one bit.

I knew it wasn’t just him-it could very well be his wolf reacting to the scent of another male. “Well, I smell another male all over you. How often are you two together?” he asked, and I wasn’t going to

admit it was often.

Then he let out a long, frustrated sigh. “Why can’t I read your thoughts?” he demanded.

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “And why do you want to read my thoughts?” I countered, speaking as if to a child.

“So I’ll know what goes on in your head,” he said, his tone sharp and frustrated. I stared at him

blankly.

“Yes, we are together most of the time,” I admitted truthfully, and he stepped closer. I had to lift my

head to meet him.

“Why?” he asked, his scent enveloping me completely. And goddess, I liked it-how long until I turn

eighteen?

I couldn’t deny the sexual tension charging the air between us as he closed the distance. Now I

understood why he had sent me away-so he wouldn’t lose control whenever he saw me.

“He’s a nice person….” I started, but I should never have opened my mouth that way. Perhaps it was

better, though, because before I could continue, he bent his head and pressed a quick, soft kiss to

my lips.

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It was fast, almost fleeting-but it was my first. Why had he done that?

“Don’t make me jealous,” he warned, as if he hadn’t just silenced me with that kiss, leaving me

stunned and craving more.

“Okay,” I managed to whisper, my words failing me completely.

He straightened, glancing away briefly before looking back at me. “Let me see,” he said.

“See what?” I asked, confused.

“Your mark,” he clarified.

I lifted my collar to show him my neck, and his eyes fell on it. He raised his hand, lightly grazing

his touch delicate, and soft.

Clam

“Stay still,” he instructed, and my eyes widened as he lowered his head toward my neck. What was

he doing?

He pressed his mouth to the bite mark, and I clenched my lips together while his hand held the

small of my back firmly.

Soon, I felt his tongue trace the mark, and a strange, new sensation stirred in my stomach. My eyes

widened in surprise.

I had always heard that marking was intimate for werewolves-and now I finally understood why.

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