The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 254

Book 2 Chapter 31-1

Book 2:Chapter 31-1

Eleanor

For one fragile heartbeat, relief crashed over me like a wave-tears stinging my eyes, my chest loosening as if I could finally breathe again.

Then they shattered it.

Laughter exploded from the group, harsh and mocking. One of the boys-the same one I’d scratched-stepped forward, rolling his shoulders like he was ready for a brawl.

Clair

“So what are you gonna do about it, pimp?” he taunted, striding toward the hooded figure with lazy

confidence.

The stranger said nothing.

He simply tilted his head from side to side, the soft crack of his neck the only sound in the sudden

hush.

The boy lunged.

What happened next stole the air from every lung.

Without so much as flinching, the hooded man caught him mid-air with a single, brutal strike-fist connecting like thunder. The boy flew backward, crashing into the dirt with a sickening thud.

Gasps ripped from the werewolves still pinning me down.

I stared, wide-eyed, heart hammering.

The others released me in an instant, snarling as they shifted fully-fur bristling, fangs gleaming- and charged him all at once.

One by one, he dismantled them.

Silvia lunged first; he sidestepped and drove an elbow into her ribs that sent her sprawling. Another boy tried to flank him-he spun, grabbed the wolf by the scruff, and slammed him face-first into the ground. The third came from behind; a swift kick to the knee dropped him

howling.

He moved like shadow and steel-precise, ruthless, but never going for the kill. He had warned them. He was only making sure they remembered.

Their screams tore through the dark night, raw and broken.

I stayed on my knees where they’d left me, frozen, watching as the last of them crumpled.

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Book 2 Chapter 31:1

When it was over, silence fell-broken only by their whimpers and ragged breathing.

He turned and walked toward me.

I tilted my head up, throat tight, unable to force even a single “thank you” past my lips.

He extended his hand.

My gaze followed the motion-steady, open, waiting.

With trembling fingers, I placed my hand in his.

The moment our skin touched, the dam inside me broke.

A sob tore out of me-loud, ugly, unstoppable.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice low and surprisingly gentle. “It’s okay.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to stop shaking.

But the shock still rattled deep in my bones, and all around us the wounded whimpered in the dirt,

too broken to crawl away.

He didn’t let go.

Cla

He bent low and gathered me into his arms with effortless strength, cradling me against his chest. I let myself relax there, melting into the solid warmth of him. The terror from Silvia’s attack, from the circle of claws and sneers, still clung to me like frost-but his presence was like fresh air after being trapped underwater.

I didn’t even notice when we left the playground behind. Time blurred. Seconds, maybe minutes, passed in the quiet rhythm of his steady strides until the shaking in my limbs finally eased.

Then he spoke, his voice low and smooth as moonlight on still water.

“I’ll have to set you down by the roadside where there are people around,” he whispered. “I need to

get home soon.”

I nodded slowly, too overwhelmed to speak.

When we reached the edge of the road, he lowered me gently to my feet. I looked up at him-his face still hidden beneath the hood, the mask covering everything except his eyes. Those eyes… deep, steady, familiar, it was as if I had seen him before now. But from where exactly?

I bowed my head slightly, voice soft. “Thank you so much. How can I ever repay this debt, Mr…?”

I trailed off, glancing up at him.

He tilted his head to the side, and even in the shadows, I swear I caught the curve of a smile-the

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