The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 200

Side Story 37-2

My stomach dropped. Oh no. What did that big-mouthed wolf say now?

“Why did you call Mr. Sinclair a creep?” Abel asked, a quiet edge in his voice.

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Great. Exactly what I didn’t want to discuss. “Ah… nothing. I just don’t like him,” I said quickly, trying to look away.

But he caught my chin before I could. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice low, demanding. “Tell me what he did for you to call him a creep.”

“I swear, I won’t lay a hand on him without your permission. Just tell me,” he added. He meant it,

but knowing Abel… telling him was still a terrible idea.

“It’s nothing. I handled it,” I insisted.

That wasn’t enough-his eyes said so.

sighed heavily. “Fine. He made advances on me. But I dealt with it.”

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The second the words left my mouth, Abel dropped his hold on my face and turned away sharply.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, voice rough.

“No. He didn’t get the chance,” I answered quickly.

Abel’s breaths grew harsher-like he was seconds away from shifting. In an attempt to soothe him

I patted his back gently.

“Calm down. I threw him across the room. He never tried it again.”

He turned back to me, jaw tight. “What if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself?”

That’s not something I want to think about, so I answered softly. “But it didn’t happen.”

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to settle. “From now on… be careful,” he muttered, changing

the subject.

“I will,” I nodded. Then, out of nowhere, I blurted, “Okay… Well, I have to go now.”

He looked genuinely taken aback for a moment, like my words hit him wrong, and I blinked

wondering what exactly I’d said to trigger that reaction. “You’re really that desperate to get out of my presence?” he asked, confusion slipping into his tone. I lifted a brow at him. “I never said that. And I remember telling you that I needed to rest before Marc came.”

But instead of listening, he grabbed me and pulled me straight into him, holding me as if I was

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trying to run away. “You’ll stay here and wait for him,” he muttered, almost stubborn-acting like he hasn’t been the one ignoring me all this while.

“No, Abel, this is not you talking,” I said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. “Just take this as me helping you.” I told him, I was even about to smile when he leaned forward, bringing his face close-too close. The moment his lips were about to touch mine, I quickly turned my head

aside.

“All your efforts will be in vain,” I warned, nearly choking on my own laughter at the look he gave

“Don’t deprive me of your lips,” he murmured, hands still locked tightly around my waist like he was

claiming what he owned.

“Stop saying nonsense,” I teased, rolling my eyes as he lowered his head. His breath brushed my skin before his nose touched my neck. He inhaled deeply, almost shuddering.

“Ah… I missed you,” he whispered against my skin, voice low and raw. “I’ve missed you

like crazy,”

he added, and heat curled low in my belly the moment his mouth found the place where his mark

rested-sending a warm spark shooting through me.

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