The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 71

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At first I couldn’t believe it. But when he actually spoke the words, when Hamilton asked if my son was dead, the shock went beyond disbelief and dug into something raw. Why would Hamilton wish harm on my boy? He hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Nothing.

It made no sense. The same man who’d grown up beside me, the one who’d once saved me from bandits, the man I called friend, how could he now plot my son’s death? The memory of past favors only made the betrayal sharper. And yet the words were there; the intent was clear.

I cut off all dealings with him straightaway. Thank God I recorded the call, proof I could use when the time came to settle this properly. How dare he. Only yesterday his daughters had caused a scene at my son’s wedding; today Hamilton wanted Osborne dead, my heir.

I picked up the phone and called Benson, my beta. He answered immediately. “Sir, as you said, it’s done,” he reported.

“Good,” I said, hard. “No one in this world pulls a stunt like that on my son and gets away with it.” He

agreed without hesitation. “Absolutely no one, sir.”

I hung up. Olivia watched me, eyes searching. “Can you remind me how he saved you again?” she asked softly, and my mind drifted back to that day as if it were a chapter in someone else’s life at

first, then I remembered everything with painful clarity.

I’d just finished a meeting and was heading home. Traffic stalled us, and one of my men suggested an alternate route. We took it, thinking nothing of it. A few hours later, as if they’d been waiting, a band of rogues cornered us. At first we thought we could handle them, we always could. I would

have torn them apart myself if I’d had to. But they were more numerous than they looked, better

trained. They moved like fighters, not common thieves.

We fought. It was brutal. They pushed us back, and when it looked like we were about to be overwhelmed, Hamilton’s convoy rolled up. He stepped out himself. Relief hit me like a physical thing, because I saw a face I knew so well. His men joined the fray and the rogues began to retreat, shouting that we had reinforcements. I remember wanting to chase them into the woods, but Hamilton warned it would be dangerous – they might have ambushes and more men waiting. He was right. We took our injured and the dead and left.

That day I swore my life to him. Our friendship, which had drifted over the years, was renewed at that moment. I trusted him after that – trusted him enough to think our families intertwined could make Waterford and our pack stronger together. When I saw Osborne growing close to Bella, I thought a marriage between our children would cement that strength.

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Now I stare at Hamilton’s recorded voice and wonder where that loyalty went.

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“I have to speak with him personally. I need to know what grudge he holds against my son that would make him want him dead.” I walked the room as I said it, my steps sharp and restless while Olivia watched me with that worried look she gets when something’s settling into the bone. “He couldn’t have done this just because Osborne refused to marry Bella. I swear, Olivia – this will be a war between our packs, and I won’t spare anyone.”

When it came to weapons and men, Hamilton owed much of his strength to me. Most of his ammunition and supplies had come from my stores; he didn’t even stop to think before aiming at

heir. That lack of calculation made my blood run colder than any direct threat.

my

“What are you going to do, Owen?” Olivia asked, voice small.

I stopped and turned to look at her, meeting her eyes like a man setting a verdict. For a moment

nothing left my mouth but a low promise. “Just watch,” I said.

People rarely see me lose my temper. I’m not the sort to flare up over small things – I prefer

precision. But when I do get angry, I don’t deliberate. I don’t negotiate. I act, and I do so with intent,

and this thing he has pulled targeting my son was the height of it all.

He will pay dearly for the day he dared to go against me. My hands were clenched tight, fury

running through my veins.

Aina

My chest rose and fell heavily, sweat clinging to my skin. I had already bathed twice today, and now

I was preparing to take a third. The maids had long since left, leaving the place in silence. I turned

to Osborne with a deep frown, only for the bastard to let out a chuckle.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said with that careless tone.

“You promised me just one round!” I snapped angrily. How could he? With everything that had just

happened, he still had the audacity to think of nothing but sex – and he hadn’t held back, either.

He laughed, unbothered. “Do you want to wash again?” The way he said it only made me hiss,

which seemed to amuse him even more.

After yet another shower, we stepped out. The room that had once been soaked in blood and held a body now looked spotless, as though nothing had ever taken place there. But my mind couldn’t let it go.

I kept replaying the moment – when the door suddenly burst open while I was completely exposed. I hadn’t thought. Instinct had taken over, my wolf had risen, and before Walton could react, I had

pounced.

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