The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 230

Book 2 Chapter 14-2

Clair

Book 2:Chapter 14-2

She never once met my eyes. She handed the items to Chester, turned on her heel, and left without

another word.

I stared after her, stunned. “Is she also…?”

Chester turned to me. “Yes. You should change.”

His gaze lingered on me for a second-then darted away, like he was forcing himself/not to look. A strange, hollow feeling twisted in my chest. Used. That’s what it felt like.

“There’s a private bathroom,” he said, nodding toward a discreet door I hadn’t noticed before. “Go

change in there.” he mutters almost breathlessly.

I nodded mutely, and stepped toward him to take the clothes.

The moment I got close, his head snapped to the side. His chest rose and fell sharply, jaw tight, expression completely blank. I snatched the bundle from his hand and hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Only then did I hear it-a low, guttural growl rolling from his throat, vibrating through the door.

I leaned back against the closed door, heart pounding, clutching the fresh panties and tights like a lifeline, wondering what the hell I’d just walked into-and whether I was ever going to walk back out

the same.

I slipped out of my soaked tights and drenched panties, the cool air hitting my bare skin and making me shiver. God, I was drenched-completely soaked just from seeing him naked, from touching him, from watching him come undone under my hand. My body had betrayed me so thoroughly I could still feel the slickness between my thighs.

I wiped myself with a tissue and stepped into the fresh panties first-soft, high-quality lace in exactly my size. Not some tiny, uncomfortable scrap like I’d half-expected for a plus-size girl in this kind of situation. Mrs. Lucy had brought something comfortable, flattering, practical. Did she know? Had Danae told her I was… what? Chester’s mate? The word still felt ridiculous in my head, but after everything, nothing felt impossible anymore.

I tugged the new tights up my legs, smoothing them over my hips, my mind racing.

Werewolves. Alpha. Mate. The words kept circling. When I got home tonight, the first thing I’d do was open my laptop and search-surely there had to be something online about all this. Forums, articles, conspiracy threads, anything. I couldn’t just keep stumbling blind through whatever supernatural mess I’d landed in.

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Book 2 Chapter 14-2

Clair

And him calling me his wife earlier… that had blindsided me more than the rest. But honestly? After I’d watched him shift-bones cracking, fur rippling across skin, eyes changing color to that purple beautiful color as a massive wolf stared back at me-nothing could truly shock me anymore.

I finished dressing, turned to the mirror, and let out a long, shaky breath. I looked… normal. Put-together. Like nothing had happened. I gave myself a firm nod. Plan: walk out, keep my eyes forward, head straight for the door, don’t look back. Simple.

I glanced at the bin where my ruined underwear now lay crumpled. Yeah. No point taking those

home.

I turned, opened the bathroom door-

-and froze.

He was right there.

Blocking the narrow space between me and freedom, broad shoulders filling the doorway, chest

rising and falling steadily. My face was level with his sternum; I had to tilt my head back to meet

his eyes.

Before I could say a word, he dipped his head and kissed me again-slow this time, deliberate, like

he was claiming something he already owned. My earlier flicker of feeling used melted away

under

the heat of his mouth, the gentle press of his hand at the small of my back.

When he finally pulled away, his voice was low, rough. “Two days, Mrs. Williams.”

The name hit like a spark.

“Now go.”

I didn’t hesitate. I spun on my heel and walked-fast-out of the bathroom, past his desk, toward

the office door. I could feel his gaze burning into my back the entire way, heavy and possessive, tracking every step until my hand closed around the handle.

I slipped through, shut the door behind me with a soft click, and didn’t stop until I was halfway

down the corridor.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them open. Heat flooded my face, my chest, everywhere. I was suddenly shy-painfully, stupidly shy-just from being near him.

From his kiss. From the way he’d said my name, his voice, his scent, everything about him.

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