The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 219

Book 2 Chapter 8-2

Clanc

Book 2:Chapter 8-2

“I don’t know… but I think we need her.”

He didn’t need to say more. It felt as though if I didn’t get to her-if I wasn’t near her-I would die.

So I did the most foolish thing I’d done in a long time.

I climbed the wall, following the pull of her scent. When I peered through the window, there she

was-sleeping, her back turned to me.

I opened the window and climbed inside.

Damn. It had been a long time since I’d done something like this. Not since I was much younger, sneaking out of the house out of boredom, wandering aimlessly, only to climb back in through the walls to my room before dawn.

But on one unfortunate day I was caught, my father beat me mercilessly. He kept shouting, asking what would happen if someone saw me and mistook me for my brother.

Even now, I still don’t understand why they had to hide one child behind another.

Ironically, I tasted real freedom only after my brother died-but even then, I was still watched, still

controlled by the council.

Her sleeping form was so peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. This, this calm -was the energy I should be in close with now.

I moved closer, as quietly as I could, and stood over her, watching. I didn’t even realize when I reached out, my fingers sliding into her hair. I stroked it slowly. It was soft, thick, rich beneath my

touch.

I wanted to pull her into my arms, to hold her-but more than that, I needed to restrain myself.

Then her breathing changed.

Was she awake?

Her heartbeat picked up, loud and frantic, and I didn’t know when a smile curved my lips.

She must have thought I was a burglar.

But really… Can I blame her?

We stayed like that for a moment longer before I finally spoke.

“I know you’re awake.”

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Book 2 Chapter 8-2

Clair

She jolted upright immediately, sitting up on the bed, eyes wide and startled. Then her gaze landed

on my face.

Fear was written clearly across her features.

I hated that I was scaring her-but I couldn’t help it. I simply couldn’t stay away.

“Idara… you’re trembling,” I said, softening my voice as much as I could. But instead of calming her,

it seemed to make everything worse.

“I couldn’t stop myself,” I tried to explain. “I had to come.”

Goddess, what was I even doing?

I hated myself for this. If she were a werewolf, she would have felt the bond, sensed the pull/

between us. But she wasn’t-and to her, this must have felt strange, terrifying even. I understood

that. I really shouldn’t be here.

Then she spoke, her voice shaking.

“What are you doing here?”

I smiled-though I wasn’t sure she noticed-and answered honestly.

“I don’t know.”

Because truly, I didn’t. My body had moved on its own, ignoring reason, ignoring sense.

Inside me, Riley was fighting hard, pushing, demanding. He wanted to mark her, to make her

completely ours. I frowned, struggling to contain him.

“Bastard,” he snarled within me. “Let me out. Let me help you do what you can’t.”

But I needed to stay in control. Goddess, help me.

Her scent wrapped around me, thick and intoxicating, driving me close to madness. I clenched my

fists, my heart slamming violently against my ribs.

“Your scent,” I admitted, my voice unsteady as I drew it deep into my lungs. “It’s… overwhelming.”

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