The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 213

Book 2:Chapter 4-2

“What about inside work?” he asked.

“He’s just my colleague, sir,” I replied.

Clain

He was standing far too close now. I needed air, space-something. So I took a small step back.

He followed.

My heart skipped as I took another one.

He stepped closer again, and suddenly it felt like I was being cornered.

“Um… sir,” I said, raising both hands slightly, “I don’t like how close you’re standing.”

I moved backward as I spoke, but he kept advancing.

“Why?” he asked calmly. “You didn’t seem to mind when Eliot stood close to you.”

I shook my head quickly. “That’s different,” I blurted out.

He stopped.

For a split second, relief washed through me-

Then he reached out.

His hand closed around my arm, firm and unyielding, and he pulled me toward him, like I was

weightless.

I collided with his chest, my palms flattening against it instinctively as I looked up in shock. My

eyes widened.

He was staring down at me, his gaze dark and intense.

And for the briefest moment-just a heartbeat-I could have sworn his eyes changed color.

Then they were normal again.

As if nothing had happened at all.

A small hiccup escaped me as he lowered his face toward mine. Every instinct told me to push him away-to shake him off-but something deep inside warned me it would be useless.

That whatever this was… I wouldn’t win by force.

Instead of pulling away, he lowered his head to my neck and inhaled deeply.

My body stiffened.

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Book 2 Chapter 4-2

Clai

This was getting really weird. First, he had burst into my space and called me human. Then he looked at me like I’d betrayed him just by standing with Eliot. And now he was sniffing me-actually

sniffing me-like some kind of animal.

What would his fiancée say if she walked in and saw this?

“Sir… what are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm.

“It’s Julio to you,” he replied.

His voice had changed-lower, rougher, threaded with something that sounded dangerously close

to want.

Julio was his name. Did he really want me to call him that? And why?

“Um… this is wrong,” I said, my heart racing. I couldn’t even tell anymore if it was fear making it

beat so fast-or something else entirely.

“No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.”

Then he added, almost possessively, “There’s nothing wrong with me sniffing my mate.”

I froze.

Okay. This man was insane.

People might not know it, but Mr. Chester had officially lost his mind. Everything he was saying

made no sense-none of it.

Then I heard it.

A low growl rolled from his chest, vibrating against me.

My breath hitched. How could a sound like that even come from a man like him?

I turned my head slightly, trying to look at him, but I couldn’t get a good look at him. And then-

suddenly-I felt something sharp press into my arm. Not painfully, but enough to make me gasp.

Like claws.

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