The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 225

Book 2:Chapter 12-1

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“I’m not yours, Mr. Chester,” I said firmly, shaking my head. But my words seemed to slide right past

him.

“You are mine,” he murmured, voice low and certain, “as I am yours.”

We were going in circles, and it was getting us nowhere.

“You’re my wife,” he repeated, softer this time.

I let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I never agreed to that. Don’t I get a say? Don’t

consent?”

you need my

A slow, almost predatory smile curved his lips. “Yes… when we hold the mating ceremony. When I

present you to the pack as mine.”

I blinked, trying to parse his words. “So that means I’m not your wife yet.”

The tiny flicker of relief I felt died the instant he spoke again.

“No. The moment I marked you, you became my wife. The ceremony is only tradition-formality.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re saying you didn’t need my permission? I’ve told you I don’t

want this.”

He gave a small, almost regretful nod. “I understand that now. And now I know exactly why Riley couldn’t wait another second to mark you last night.”

I froze. “Who… who is Riley?”

His smile deepened, something dark and amused flickering in his gaze. He finally released me and stepped back. “Would you like to meet him?”

My throat tightened. Was he talking about some split personality? I shook my head instinctively as

he moved away.

He reached for his coat and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. My pulse jumped.

“What are you doing?” I asked, taking an automatic step backward.

He loosened his tie next, eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to show him to you.”

His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. “When you see him, don’t be afraid. He would never hurt you. You’re our mate.”

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Bock 2 Chapter 12:1

So he did have two sides-two personalities. That had to be it.

Claird

As he peeled the shirt from his shoulders, I swallowed hard. I’d stolen a glimpse of his chest last night in the dark, but now, in the afternoon light filtering through the office, every sculpted line was on full display. My hands curled into tight fists to keep from reaching out, from tracing the ridges

of muscle that begged to be touched.

Then his fingers moved to his belt.

“No-wait, don’t-“I blurted, cheeks burning.

That slow, wicked smile returned. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be seeing this… often.”

My face flamed. I should have looked away. I should have turned around. Instead I stood rooted, staring as he unbuckled, slid the pants down his powerful thighs.

My breath came shallow and uneven. The thick outline straining against his dark boxers made the heat coil low in my belly. I wondered-God help me-what it would feel like when he was fully hard,

pressing against me.

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