The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 4

As soon as the car pulled up in front of my house, I turned to glance at him.

"And how do you know where I live?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He simply grinned in response — that same maddening, confident grin. Oh, goddess.

He didn’t bother answering.

“I’ll get going,” I muttered, reaching for the door.

But before I could fully step out, he pulled me back to him and kissed me again — just like earlier. I didn’t fight it. I let him in, parting my lips for him the way he’d silently asked before.

“Be ready. I’ll come meet you here tomorrow,” he said against my mouth.

I shook my head weakly, flustered. He gave me one last soft peck before I quickly stepped out of the car.

I practically sprinted to the front door, flung it open, and slammed it shut behind me. My heart was still racing.

As I tiptoed deeper into the house, I spotted my father sitting on the couch, reading a book with a glass of fruit juice in hand.

Just then, my brother came marching down the stairs with his mate in tow.

“Look who finally decided to come home,” my mother sneered from the hallway.

My father put down his paper and stood, making his way toward me. I instinctively braced myself, expecting the usual punishment for being late.

But instead, his gaze locked onto my lips.

“Why are your lips so red?” he asked sharply. “Is that… a bite mark?”

Startled, I touched my lips instinctively, feeling them burn under my fingertips. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Now it was my brother’s turn to chime in.

“And why do you smell like that?”

That caught my mother’s attention. She came closer, sniffing the air.

“Yes! You reek of someone — it’s flooding the whole house,” she hissed.

Then she snapped.

“Did you throw yourself at another man after being rejected?!” she shouted.

Suzy, my brother’s mate, snickered.

“I... I,” I stammered, barely able to speak.

My father’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“You didn’t, did you?”

I swallowed hard and finally forced the words out.

“I got a second chance mate,” I breathed.

Silence fell.

“What?” my mother asked, half-laughing.

But my father wasn’t amused.

“Who is it?” he demanded.

“Osborne,” I whispered.

The entire room froze.

And then, laughter erupted — from my father, my brother, even my mother.

“You?” my mother laughed cruelly.

“You think the Alpha’s son would ever choose you?”

“Are you drunk?” my father scoffed. “Or did some random guy pretend to be Osborne and you just went and kissed him?”

I clenched my fists.

“No. It was him. He claimed me — even said he’d be here tomorrow. He drove me home.”

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