The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 193

Side Story 34-1

Abel

Clain

There I was again-losing control.

I dragged a hand over my face and leaned back against the wall, forcing myself to breathe, to steady the storm inside me.

I thought I could handle it. I thought I was stronger than this. Turns out I wasn’t even close.

My eyes dropped to the hard length, straining painfully against my pants.

“Calm down,” I muttered under my breath. “You’ve got this. You can hold it together.”

Just one more year. One year wasn’t that long anymore. I could wait. Phad to wait.

And if you’re wondering why-why I’m fighting this so hard, why I refuse to touch her beyond what I already have-it isn’t because Clara isn’t of age. She is. In our world, she’s old enough.

The problem… is me.

It’s my family.

It’s the history I refuse to repeat.

My mother got pregnant at the age of sixteen. Her body wasn’t ready-she was smaller than the other she-wolves her age, fragile in ways she never admitted. And carrying me cost her. I grew up watching her pay for it every day. Weakness in her bones, pain in her blood, exhaustion in her eyes. She suffered for bringing an heir into the world and she paid the price with her life, her dying leaving her young son behind and her mate who grieved her and never remarried.

My father lived with guilt until the day he died.

I swore I would never make that mistake. Not even by accident.

And yes-Clara is nothing like my mother. She’s stronger, her wolf is fierce, her build sturdier, her scent vibrant and powerful. Everything about her screams life. But even with all that… I won’t take chances. Not with her. Not with something that could break her.

So for now, distance is my only option.

Stay away. Ignore her when I have to. Do whatever it takes so I don’t lose the control I’m hanging onto by a thread.

Because every time I’m near her, that thread snaps a little more.

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Side Story 34-1

And I hate it. I hate how easily she unravels me. I hate how wild my wolf becomes around her.

And goddess-when she licked that mark…

Chally

The sensation shot straight through me, down to my groin, nearly dropping me to my knees. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. And it took everything inside me, every shred of willpower I had left, to pull away from her.

And the worst part?

A part of me regrets leaving her there.

A part of me wishes I had let my instincts win.

But I can’t.

I won’t let my instincts decide something so important.

Not when I remember what it cost my mother. Not when the fear of repeating my father’s mistake

lives under my skin every single day.

I pushed myself off the wall and started toward my room, needing distance before I did something

reckless-like turn around and go straight back to her.

But then a shadow moved across the window.

I froze. Every sense sharpened instantly.

I stepped closer to the window, eyes narrowing. Whatever it was… it wasn’t good. My gaze shifted

toward Clara’s room, and without thinking, I began moving in that direction-slow, quiet, alert.

A figure emerged from the darkness.

I slipped into the nearest shadow, staying perfectly still.

He wore a mask, scanning the area as if checking whether anyone was around.

My jaw clenched as I tracked his every movement. He moved quickly-too quickly-straight toward

my mate’s door. I followed, soundless, a predator stalking another.

He stopped right in front of her room.

The second his hand reached for the doorknob, I was already behind him.

My hand clamped around his neck, squeezing hard.

He struggled, clawing and twisting, but he might as well have been fighting a mountain. I tightened

my grip, cutting off his air, dragging him away from Clara’s door with effortless force.

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