The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 218

Book 2:Chapter 8-1

Julio / Helio

I left the place burning with anger, my feet carrying me as far away from them as possible. When we reached the car, I stopped abruptly and turned to Denver, a deep frown etched on my face.

“I’d like to be alone,” I said.

He bowed slightly in understanding before stepping aside. I got into the car, the driver following

suit.

My hands curled into fists, rage still boiling in my chest. I reached for my tie and yanked it loose, my breathing coming out heavy and uneven.

“Don’t take me home,” I ordered. “Just drive around the city.”

The driver did exactly as told. I leaned my head back against the seat, forcing myself to breathe slowly, one breath at a time, trying to calm the storm inside me.

I didn’t even notice when evening fell until the driver finally spoke.

“Should I take you home now, sir?”

Home.

That place felt suffocating-called my home, yet never truly was.

Waiting there was an ex-wife who was never really mine and a child who believed I was his father. If only she had agreed to pretend to be my wife, none of this divorce nonsense or the Eleanor mess

would have happened.

But she had threatened them. Said that if they forced her to keep playing the perfect Luna beside me, she would reveal to everyone that her mate was dead. And so they backed down, choosing instead to push the divorce onto me.

The pack didn’t take it lightly. Insults were thrown at me from every direction-even from humans who knew absolutely nothing.

And now the rumors had taken a life of their own. They claimed I cheated on my mate with Eleanor, that she found out and demanded a divorce, and that I was now preparing to marry my so-called mistress. Every bit of blame landed squarely on my shoulders.

As the mother of the future Alpha, she still lived in the same massive mansion. But she despised seeing me, so my quarters were kept far from hers. For the sake of her child, she tolerated my presence-barely.

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Book 2 Chapter 8-1

I swallowed hard. “No,” I answered the driver.

But where was I supposed to go to release all this pressure? My head was beginning to pound.

Then her face flashed through my mind, and Riley stirred awake inside me.

“We should go see her,” he urged.

That was a terrible idea.

“No,” I muttered.

“It’s not,” he snapped back. “Let’s go see her, you prick”.

A low chuckle slipped from my lips despite myself.

I knew where she lived-just her and her mother. I’d never dug deeper than that, so finding her

wouldn’t be difficult.

But what would I even do when I got there?

What would I say?

I had already frightened her enough today.

Clai

But still, I wanted to see her again. To scent her. I was aching for it, desperate in a way I couldn’t explain. So I turned to the driver and gave him the address.

By the time we arrived, night had already settled in. We stopped a few blocks away from her

house.

“Stay here,” I told the driver. “I’d like to walk alone for a bit.”

He nodded without question.

I stepped out of the car and began walking toward her place. The cold air brushed against my skin, sharp and clean, and for a brief moment I felt refreshed-almost free, if I could call it that.

The moment I reached her house, her scent slammed into me.

It flooded my nostrils-strong, intoxicating, maddening. My chest tightened. Was this how a mate’s

scent was supposed to feel? Or was it just hers?

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