The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 204

Side Story 40-1

Clara

By the end of it all, every trail led back to Alpha Klaus.

The men he had sent to do his dirty work, the evidence gathered quietly over the years, the testimonies that surfaced once fear loosened its grip-everything pointed to him. And the most. horrifying truth of all was one no one could deny anymore: he had murdered his own brother, the former Alpha, simply to claim the title for himself.

The punishment for such a crime was death.

Yet even then, Abel showed a mercy Klaus never deserved. Because Klaus had acted alone, his wife and son were spared execution. Still, they were stripped of their titles, their authority, their name within the pack. They would be driven out and exiled forever, carrying the weight of Klaus’s sins with them. If not for Abel’s restraint, they would have been wiped out entirely.

As for Mr. Sinclair, his fate was sealed as well. Ten years in prison-for aiding in the plot to assassinate me. He hadn’t been the only one involved, but he had played his part, and justice found

him all the same.

Seeing the full scope of it-how many people had been sent after him over the years-made something heavy settle in my chest. I finally understood how much Abel had endured.

Imagine having to constantly clean up bloodshed, to kill again and again, all because the one person meant to protect you had instead sought your death. In that moment, I truly grasped the strength of my mate, not just in power, but in endurance.

A week later, Klaus was executed.

The news spread quickly, and his name became one of ridicule rather than fear. His household was mocked openly-because what greater disgrace was there than a brother killing his own blood for

a crown?

Soon after, Alan and his mother were banished from the pack. They left with nothing, forced out without possessions or protection. Even that felt like too gentle a punishment for what they had

allowed and enabled.

Pamela, however, disappeared from view. From what I heard, the stress of everything had driven her into isolation. She rarely left home. Mrs. Sinclair, once sharp and commanding, had become a hollow version of herself-a woman emptied by loss and guilt.

Still, there was something I needed from her.

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Side Story 40-1

I needed answers.

I needed to know where I came from.

So I invited her to my home.

Cla

When she arrived, I barely recognized her. She looked thinner, older, as though years had passed

instead of months. Her eyes were dull, stripped of their former sharpness. But pity wasn’t why

had called her.

“Do you know who my parents are?” I asked plainly.

She looked at me for a long moment before slowly shaking her head.

Disbelief clenched my chest. How could she not know? My fingers curled into fists as she spoke.

“The woman we adopted you from died many years ago,” Mrs. Sinclair said quietly. “We barely knew her ourselves. I’m sorry, Luna Clara. I can’t give you the answers you’re looking for.”

The ache that followed was sharp and sudden.

Still, like every child who yearns to understand where they came from, I refused to give up. I decided then that I would use every ounce of influence and power I now had to uncover the truth

about my birth parents.

Months passed.

Then came the morning of my eighteenth birthday.

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