The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 3

Aina

I blinked, stunned by what I had just heard. Was this really Osborne—the Alpha’s son? My chest tightened as I swallowed hard.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

This was the first time I had ever spoken to him directly. I’d always seen him from a distance—rarely, at that. And whenever our eyes did meet, he would quickly glance away. Not out of disgust, no… he never looked at me that way. But still, he never acknowledged me either. We were strangers.

He held my gaze now, unwavering. “I meant that I don’t want any man to have you… except me.”

My heart thudded loudly in my chest. I stood frozen, unsure if this was real or just a cruel joke.

"Are you here to mock me?" I asked quietly.

But Osborne shook his head, standing tall before me. That signature smirk curved on his lips as he looked down at me like I belonged to him.

“I, Osborne Cliff, future Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, take thee, Aina Wilfred, to be my mate. Let the Moon Goddess bear witness.”

The words hit me like a bolt of lightning.

I instinctively stepped back, but his scent wrapped around me like a blanket—warm, dominant, and irresistible. My wolf, who had been silent and withdrawn all day, suddenly howled with renewed life.

"Mine!" she screamed.

What… what just happened?

Before I could even process his declaration, a wave of weakness washed through my knees. My belly tingled as if something deep inside had been awakened.

Then I felt it. The pulsing heat in my core. My body was responding to him, crying out for something only he could give. And worse—my scent filled the air.

Oh Goddess... I’m in heat.

Then I heard it—a low, rumbling growl—and it came from him.

I looked up, met his eyes, and froze.

Oh no.

There was a raw, primal hunger in his gaze—like he was holding himself back by sheer willpower alone. As if one more breath from me would break whatever control he had left.

I opened my mouth to speak, to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

This… this couldn’t be happening.

But in two long strides, he was in front of me. He grabbed me—firm, possessive—and pulled me against his chest like I belonged there.

His face dipped into the curve of my neck, and I shivered as his nose brushed my skin. He inhaled deeply, groaning as if my scent was driving him wild.

Then I felt it—his tongue, warm and wet, grazing my neck.

"Please… wait," I whispered, breathless, barely able to think.

He paused—but only slightly—his voice a low, gravelly whisper laced with desire.

“Your scent… I want to devour you.”

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