The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 251

Book 2:Chapter 29

Third person’s pov

Initially, Helio refused to agree.

Danae had to sit him down herself. “This is your breakthrough, brother,” she told him gently.

Helio shook his head. “There is no breakthrough for me in this,” he said quietly. “I’ll still be living

under Julio’s name.”

He hated the thought of it-hated the idea of existing forever in his brother’s place. He didn’t want

Julio’s life, Julio’s face, Julio’s legacy. He wanted to be Helio. But the one person asking him to

accept it was the one person he could never bring himself to hurt.

Danae took his hand, her smile soft but pleading. “I know,” she said. “And that’s why I hope one day

all of this will end. But for now… please bear with it.”

Cornered, torn, Helio finally nodded-even though every part of him resisted.

And so he agreed.

For the first time in his life, he was escorted into the main building. As he walked through its halls, something unfamiliar stirred inside him-excitement. No one knew he wasn’t Julio. Heads bowed as he passed. Respect followed him like a shadow.

Then he was taken into a room.

Calisto was there, along with another man he didn’t recognize-and a woman. The moment Helio saw her, he knew who she was. Julio’s wife. He had seen her face in magazines.

She didn’t look pleased. Not with the council’s plan, and certainly not with him.

Helio didn’t blame her. She was grieving.

After that uncomfortable meeting, his real transformation began.

For one year and six months, Helio was taught how to be Julio. Every gesture, every expression, every command. Helio was forced to bury himself, to erase his name and step fully into his

brother’s skin.

And because he was intelligent-because he had spent years alone with books and silence-he

adapted quickly. Too quickly. He didn’t just become Julio.

He became better.

He was an alpha controlled by the council, And more than that, he became a father to his twin’s

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son-a child he slowly grew to love as if the boy were his own flesh and blood.

The boy was five now, yet to Helio he was still a baby.

Clain

In a world where hearts were corrupted one way or another, that child remained pure. And Helio guarded that purity fiercely.

Idara

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

So he wasn’t the real Julio Chester-but the brother who had been hidden away, forgotten by the

world.

Looking at him now, everything made sense. Why he moved with that quiet restraint. Why he spoke so little, always calm, always measured. Why he never had any firsts. Why he felt almost mechanical at times, like someone programmed to follow a single routine. Why he was the way he

was.

It all fit together so painfully well.

Still, I couldn’t understand how parents could be so cruel-so wicked-to lock away their own child, stripping him of the world before he even knew what it was. If Danae hadn’t gone looking for him, he might have been erased completely. Forgotten. Caged forever.

My respect for her rose sharply in my chest.

But I didn’t let any of that pity show on my face. People like Helio didn’t need pity-didn’t want it. It would only cheapen everything he’d survived.

Now that I understood him, I could finally see him clearly. Not as Mr. Julio Chester, the untouchable

Alpha-but as Helio.

“You took it really well,” he said, a soft smile touching his lips.

I nodded. Of course I did. Who would’ve guessed he was such a storyteller?

“So,” I asked, “you’re going to keep living as him?”

He nodded firmly. “Yes. For my nephew’s sake. When he comes of age, he’ll take his place. I don’t

want to burden him with this.”

As he spoke about the boy, his smile deepened, warm, genuine. He really loved that child.

Then suddenly, I felt his gaze on me.

I frowned as I followed it, downward-until I realized exactly where he was looking, my breasts.

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Oh no. Don’t look at me like that.

I hadn’t even recovered from everything that happened today.

As I looked up again, he was gazing at me, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“Don’t even think about whatever it is you’re thinking,” I warned, my voice carrying a note of

caution.

Clain

He let out a soft, rumbling laugh. “Alright, I won’t. I’ll spare you… for tonight.” He stood up smoothly. “Do you want to sleep, or would you rather come with me-to the place where I used to live?”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“You mean… from when you were a child?” I asked.

He nodded, his smile warm. “Yes. It’s still exactly the way I left it.”

I rose and followed him without hesitation.

We stepped out into the corridor, and an eerie silence hung over everything as we walked.

“Are they all asleep?” I whispered.

He shook his head, his voice equally low. “No. But there’s no one here at all.”

I didn’t ask why.

He led me to what looked like an ordinary wall, but with a subtle touch, a hidden door opened. We entered a long, dimly lit passage, the soft glow of wall lights guiding our way. We walked in quiet for what felt like a long time until he finally stopped in front of another door.

He turned to me, his smile quiet and almost tender. “Are you ready?”

I nodded.

He opened the door.

The moment we stepped inside, a rich, intoxicating scent enveloped me-his scent, layered with sandalwood, old books, cedar, and something deeper, as though every memory he’d ever made

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