The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 216

Book 2:Chapter 7-1

A low growl rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against my skin. Then, without warning,

whatever he had used to bite me withdrew, replaced by the slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue as

he licked the wound.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

The CEO-Mr. Julio Chester-was in my room, on my bed, behaving like some kind of animal.

And yet, the strangest part of it all was this:

I wasn’t scared anymore.

I should have been. Any sane person would be terrified. But instead, my body felt oddly calm,

almost attuned to him.

Without any warning, his weight suddenly crashed down on me. My eyes flew open wide.

“Mr. Chester?” I called breathlessly.

No response.

Panic surged through me and I pushed against him, struggling. Damn, he was heavy-far heavier than he looked. It took everything in me to shift him, but eventually, with effort, I managed to roll him partly off me. His body went slack, completely limp.

Breathing hard, I turned my head to look at him.

I should call the police.

That was the rational thing to do.

I reached for my bedside table, flicked on the lamp, grabbed my phone, and dialed 911. My thumb

hovered over the screen-

Then I heard it.

A deep, pained growl.

I turned back toward him just in time to see his body twist on the bed, his face contorting as if he

were in agony.

Without thinking, I reached out and touched his cheek.

“Mr. Chester…” I whispered.

The moment my fingers made contact, my eyes widened.

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Book 2 Chapter 7-1

It burned.

Clam

I jerked my hand back with a sharp hiss. “Ouch-why the hell are you this hot?” I exclaimed under

my breath.

This was insane. I should be calling the cops on an intruder-someone who had bitten me,

someone acting like a beast-not being here worried about him.

I cursed under my breath and forced myself to act.

His breathing was uneven, frantic, sweat glistening across his forehead.

“You need to make this easier for me, okay?” I muttered. “I have to cool you down.”

I started undressing him, hands shaking.

First his shoes.

Then his suit jacket.

I loosened his tie, and he groaned softly, the sound thick with pain.

“What is wrong with you?” I whispered.

I undid the top buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest-and I froze.

He was… incredibly built. Defined. Powerful.

I swallowed hard, quickly reminding myself this was not the time to notice things like that.

Whatever he had done to my neck-the pain and then the strange sensations as if I was starting to

feel pleasure from the bite-it could be what made me feel this way.

I straightened abruptly and touched my neck.

There was no pain. No wound.

Who was Mr. Chester?

When he woke up, I will be demanding answers. Real ones.

But first, I needed to get his temperature down.

I moved quietly downstairs, heart pounding as I grabbed ice from the freezer, praying my mother wouldn’t wake up. When I returned to my room, things had gotten worse.

He was still on the bed, but now low sounds of pain escaped him. His eyes remained closed, his face drawn tight.

I hurried to his side, wrapped the ice in a thin towel, and placed it against his head.

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