The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 195

Side Story 35-1

Clara

Clard

I thought I heard someone at my door last night, but when I opened it, no one was there. I guess it

must’ve been my imagination.

Now, it’s morning, so I stayed in my room to eat breakfast. But not long I heard footsteps coming-

down the hall, and soon enough, there was a knock.

“Come in,” I said, still focused on my meal.

When I finally lifted my head, I stopped chewing immediately. Pamela stood there, a baby boy

resting on her arm.

She just stood tall, staring at me. She looked different-childbirth had changed her.

“It’s rude to stand there like that, Pamela. At least greet your Luna,” I told her.

She actually had the nerve to scoff.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” she fired back. My fork slipped from my fingers.

The old me would’ve kept quiet. That was before. I glanced at the maid.

“Escort her out of my room. And she’s not allowed back in here again.”

The maid bowed her head slightly and started toward Pamela.

“I came to see you, and you treat me like some stranger? Don’t forget who you really are, Clara. You’re no Luna,” she said. Maybe she thought those words would break me-I don’t know.

“Let her stay,” I told the maid right before she touched her. Then I got up and stepped closer,

Pamela snapped her gaze up at me.

“Everyone knows the Alpha doesn’t love or care about you, Clara,” she smirked. “Mother told me how he marked you on your wedding day like he just wanted to get it over with. And the next day? He sent you away.” Her voice was dripping mockery, her eyes gleaming with defeat.

“Well, that’s my problem,” I replied calmly. “At least I’m not a wolfless werewolf with a child she had

out of wedlock.”

Her smile slowly died right in front of me.

“Tell me,” I continued, “he still sleeps around, doesn’t he? Once a cheater, always a cheater. My life is still better than the miserable one you’re living. Be grateful you even have your son with you.”

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Side Story 35-1

Cher

Her face drained of color, anger trembling right at the edges as if she wanted to lash out. But she didn’t. She knew better-things weren’t the same anymore.

“I hope terrible things happen to you, Clara,” she hissed.

I scoffed.

“They won’t. You’re the one already living in misery. Now get out of my room. And the next time we

meet-if you don’t bow-I won’t handle you gently.”

Her eyes shook at that. She spun around with her baby in her arms and walked out.

The child was a very quiet boy, that I had noticed. I just hope he stays like that and doesn’t develop

the rotten attitude of his parents.

I let out a deep sigh, suddenly not interested in eating anymore, mostly because I was already full

“Clear the table,” I said quietly as I headed for the bathroom. I needed to get ready before meeting

Elder Marc, not dwell on Pamela and her nonsense.

A few minutes later, I was dressed and settled with a book. I had picked up the habit at the White Tower-turns out I actually enjoy reading, something I never knew until I lived there.

I was flipping through the pages when I heard Randy’s familiar footsteps coming down the hall.

Then a knock.

“Come in,” I said, placing my book aside.

He walked in, looking more refreshed than usual.

“Elder Marc is here,” he said.

I nodded and stood up, following behind him.

“There’s nothing to fear,” he added casually. “Just do you and it’ll be fine.”

I only nodded again as we approached the receiving room.

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