The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 70

Chapter 66

Hamilton

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Walton should have called me by now. By this time, I should be hearing his voice telling me everything went as planned, that the job I gave him was finished. The magazines and news outlets should already be buzzing with the story of Osborne’s death. The entire North should be

whispering about the end of Silver Crest’s heir.

But nothing.

Not a sound.

Not a single whisper.

That damn boy. That cursed bastard keeps surviving, keeps ruining what I’ve been crafting for years. How many times will he slip from my grasp? If only Osborne would just disappear, everything would finally align.

Everything had been arranged-every step, every shadow, every coin, every lie. I’ve been weaving this plan for years, carefully, meticulously. My dream was to make Waterford Pack the most powerful in the North. The biggest. The strongest. The one everyone bows to. I wanted to strip the glory from Silver Crest Pack, a glory they’ve carried far too long, and transfer it to my people. To

This wasn’t some spur of the moment whim. No. This is something I’ve bled for. Thought about in my sleep. Planned in my waking hours. It’s all I’ve lived for. And then… Osborne. That boy. That wretched boy, standing like a wall in front of me. He’s ruined everything.

It wasn’t always like this.

There was a time, when we were children, when Owen and I were inseparable. Our fathers were alphas and our packs close, and we’d play together under the trees, rolling in the dirt like brothers. Back then there was no hatred, no jealousy. Just laughter.

Then Aira came.

Owen couldn’t shut up about her. Always talking about her. Always looking at her as if she was the only person alive. It burned me even then, though I didn’t understand why at the time. But as we grew, as we became men and started stepping into the shadows of our fathers, we began to drift apart. Aira widened the gap until it became a chasm.

When I found my mate, I gave her everything. My heart. My soul. My loyalty. And Owen? Owen didn’t end up with Aira at all. He married someone else-Olivia.

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I remember the day I heard that news. I laughed. I celebrated. I thought the universe had finally turned in my favor. That maybe, just maybe, Owen was no better than me.

But happiness is a fleeting thing. My mate died, leaving me hollow. And Owen? His Silver Crest Pack became the talk of the region, shining brighter than ever, standing taller than Waterford. My blood boiled at every whisper of their greatness. Every time someone spoke his name with respect, jealousy burned deeper into my bones.

Until one day, I had an idea.

A brilliant idea.

An idea that worked so perfectly, it felt like destiny.

It was my salvation. My revenge. My chance to finally topple Owen and his legacy, to carve my name higher than his. For years, I have eaten from that idea, feeding my ambitions on it like a wolf

tearing flesh.

And now… Osborne.

His son.

That boy has spoiled everything.

How pathetic. All of it, ruined because of a boy who should have been dead by now.

The last time Walton called me he said he’d tampered with Osborne’s car – watched it drive away with his own eyes. If that was true, the news should’ve started spreading by now. So why hadn’t I heard anything? No whispers, no confirmation. Something felt off.

Yesterday should have left me riding high. My daughter had done something clever, something that proved she was her father’s blood – I couldn’t help the swell of pride that made me laugh. aloud. That laugh sat heavy and full of triumph; even that small victory had been handled, vanishing like a bolt of lightning after the sound. For a breath I allowed myself to bask in it. Then

the world shifted back to the work.

My phone rang. I answered it. It was my beta.

“Alpha Hamilton, did you do anything to the Cliffs?” he asked before I’d even swallowed.

I shot upright. “What? No – why would you ask that?” My heart had already kicked into a faster rhythm; there’s a certain freeze that comes when things you set in motion might have gone wrong.

“Alpha Owen just cancelled all his dealings with us,” my beta blurted. “He’s cut us off-Alpha, we’re going to be in debt. I’ve tried calling him; he’s not answering.”

A cold bead of sweat formed at my hairline. What could have happened? Had they found out? Was

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that why Walton hadn’t called back? No – my plans weren’t supposed to unravel like this. They were

supposed to move like clockwork.

Could it have been Osborne? He’d made threats; he’d promised action. Or Bella – had she done

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