The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 203

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Abel

For years, I had been quietly collecting fragments of truth surrounding my father’s death. The circumstances never sat right with me-too many loose ends, too many convenient silences. The only person who ever stood firmly by my side during that time was Elder Marc.

When the council decided I was to be sent to the White Tower and my uncle would rule as Alpha in my absence, hatred burned through me. I knew then-without proof, without witnesses—that he

had a hand in my father’s demise. I could feel it in my bones. Still, suspicion alone was not enough.

I resisted leaving. I didn’t want my position taken, even temporarily. I didn’t want to give him the

opening he wanted so badly. But Marc advised me otherwise.

“Go, Abel,” he had said calmly. “Become stronger. Do not grow complacent. I’ll send my distant

nephew to watch over you.”

That was how Randy entered my life-and how friendship grew between us in blood and fire.

At the White Tower, assassins came for me relentlessly. At first, each attempt was shocking. Then it became routine. Some I captured. Others I killed. Eventually, it turned into something grimly familiar-almost a sport. And still, the fool behind it all refused to stop.

I never confronted my uncle. Not once. Instead, I gathered evidence piece by piece-from assassins, from middlemen, from whispers bought with fear. Now, I finally had something solid. Something that would bury him.

I had even intended to give him a chance to acknowledge his crimes. To repent.

But he crossed a line.

He dared to target my mate.

And still, I said nothing. I let him believe I was blind. Let him believe I was weak. Let him believe I

was a fool.

“Release the mother to her child and send her to Mrs. Sinclair,” I ordered Randy.

He bowed and left immediately. She was luckier than the rest. Perhaps that was her karma-for whatever role she had played in hurting Clara. I saw the trauma she had being the mate of Alan,

how she was treated. I saw it all. I simply chose not to care.

That night, my feet carried me to the one place I shouldn’t go.

As I neared her chambers, her scent filled my lungs until it was all I could breathe. She would be

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asleep by now-I shouldn’t disturb her.

But damn it, I needed to see her. I needed to.

I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight filtering through the window. Curled beneath the duvet was Clara.

She slept peacefully.

I moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight/Gently, I brushed my fingers along her cheek.

“Clara,” I murmured.

Her eyes fluttered open instantly, focusing on me.

Clair

“Hm?” She frowned slightly. “Well… this is odd,” she said, her voice laced with sleep, reaching for

the lamp.

I caught her hand before she could turn it on.

“No,” I said softly. “I like it like this.”

She turned her head sharply toward me. “What have you been doing?”

I smiled faintly. “Cleaning up a little mess.”

Her brows knitted together. “What mess are you cleaning up this late?”

I wasn’t telling her. Not tonight. She would see everything in the morning. For now, all I wanted was

her warmth, her scent, her closeness.

“I’m tired,” I said quietly.

She lifted a brow suspiciously but said nothing. “We should sleep.” I added.

She paused, realization dawning. “Wait… are you suggesting we sleep together?”

I nodded without hesitation.

She studied me for a bit. “Well, that’s odd.”

I chuckled softly. “Shift.”

She did-smiling-and I removed my shoes before climbing into bed beside her. Wanting her close

to me.

“Come here, Clara,” I whispered. “I just want to hold you.”

She moved willingly against my chest, and I lowered my face to her hair, inhaling deeply.

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From now on, I would make sure her world stayed calm.

As long as I breathed, she would never face anything alone.

Clara

Clair

I never expected to fall asleep beside Abel-and wake up with him still holding me. Wrapped in his arms, warm and secure, I wondered if once age was no longer a barrier, he might become

unbearably clingy.

Would I hate that?

No. Definitely not.

When morning came, I felt awkward. Unsure. I slipped out of his hold and sat on the bed while he

stood.

“Today is going to be a long day,” he said.

I nodded. “Probably because of the mess you were cleaning last night.”

He chuckled softly. Something told me I already knew the mess he spoke of-I just didn’t want to

push him.

“I’ll send someone to come get you when you’re ready,” he said.

I nodded again. Before leaving, he bent down and kissed the top of my head. He straightened with a smile and I watched as his face twisted as if he wanted to do more than kiss my head but was holding back, so cute, “just go Abel” I said through chuckles and he did just that, bowing slightly

before he turned to leave.

When the door closed, my face burned.

We had slept together.

Until morning.

That felt like progress-and I liked it.

After washing and dressing, I ate a light breakfast. And soon I was escorted, to where he would be,

it wasn’t to his office or a receiving room.

It was to his chamber.

It was my first time there, and I paused in awe. The room was massive-almost three times larger

than mine-elegant and commanding.

The maids were helping him into his suit when I entered.

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