The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 76

Chapter 72

Hamilton

Clair

I paced the length of the hospital corridor like a caged beast, my hands shaking as I dragged them through my hair. The image of my child on that floor, bloodied and broken, wouldn’t leave me. Her legs-twisted and mangled beyond recognition. No parent should ever have to see their child like

that.

I kept telling myself she was alive. That she would pull through. That even if she never walked again, she would still be here with me. I could not lose her-not my Bella. Not my jewel.

She had been rushed into the emergency ward hours ago. Each passing minute felt like an eternity gnawing at my chest. I stood there, every sound amplified-the squeak of shoes on the linoleum, the soft beeping of machines, the distant murmur of nurses. My heart hammered so loudly it drowned everything else out.

Finally, the door opened. The doctor emerged looking pale, his scrubs stained with sweat. He bowed slightly, but I had no patience for pleasantries.

“How is my child?” I barked, my voice a mixture of command and desperation.

The doctor’s eyes dropped to the floor. His hesitation was a blade twisting in my gut.

“She is… incorporating, Alpha. She’s alive.”

The relief was immediate but fleeting. “But” he hesitatingly said, I pressed, my voice low and dangerous “Tell me.”

He shifted uncomfortably, then forced the words out. “I don’t think she’ll be able to walk again.”

The pang in my chest was instant. I had braced myself for this, yet hearing it tore me apart all over again. My throat worked as I blinked hard, fighting the burning behind my eyes.

“And?” I rasped.

The doctor swallowed. “It seems she was… forced into.”

The world tilted. Everything stopped-time, air, sound. My baby. My Bella. Violated.

A pain unlike anything I’d ever felt exploded in my chest. My hand shot up to clutch it as I gasped for breath. The corridor spun around me. The doctor’s voice was faint now, calling to me.

“Alpha Hamilton, are you okay?”

But I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t breathe. The weight of it crushed me, suffocating me from the inside.

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Not my jewel. Not my baby. She had been r***d.

Clair

I heard shouting-“Someone, quickly!”-as my knees gave out and I collapsed to the cold floor, still

clawing at my chest, desperate for air.

Everything blurred as darkness closed in, but even then one thought burned through the haze:

Whoever had done this would pay.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the sharp, steady beeping sound echoing in the room. I tried to sit up out of instinct, but quickly realized that my body wouldn’t move the way I wanted it to. Panic stirred in me, but before I could struggle further, the door opened and a doctor

walked in, his expression serious but controlled.

“Alpha,” he said firmly, “I suggest you remain lying down and allow your body time to heal.”

“Why?” I asked, my voice rough and impatient.

He sighed quietly, like he’d been expecting that very question. “You had a very minor stroke,” he explained, “but with care and rest, you will recover. You just need time.”

The words rattled in my head – a stroke? I sank back against the pillow, my chest tightening, the thought of my own body betraying me almost unbearable. But my own health wasn’t what mattered right now. My mind went immediately to my child.

“What about my daughter?” I pressed, ignoring the heaviness in my chest. “How is she? How is she

coping?”

The doctor nodded, his tone meant to reassure me. “She’s holding on, Alpha. You don’t have to worry so much. Focus on your recovery too – your health is just as important.”

But how could I not worry? My daughter was everything. My jewel. My life. And now, lying helpless here, I felt as though Nemesis itself was punishing me. I had wanted Osborne dead, I had plotted for it, and yet it was my daughter who ended up caught in a nightmare. Could it be him behind all

of this?

Before I could lose myself in thought, one of my men entered the room, holding out my ringing

phone. “Alpha, you have a call,” he said, placing it against my ear.

I barely got out a word before a voice came through the receiver, calm, almost mocking. “Sorry,

Alpha Hamilton. I heard what happened.”

My eyes widened instantly. I knew that voice. It was him. That boy. The very one I had sought to kill. “How did you-?” I started, but I didn’t finish, because the sound of his laughter spilled through

the line, cruel and unhurried.

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“I never told that man to r**e your daughter,” Osborne said coldly, “but I did tell him to cripple her. For his ignorance, and for the good times we had in the past, I made sure to cut off what made him

a man. But all the same, Hamilton – you and your daughter got exactly what you deserved.”

“You bastard!” I roared into the phone, my voice breaking with rage and helplessness.

His laughter only grew louder, filling my ears. “This is war, I declared. “You hear me? War. Watch

yourself, Osborne.”

The phone shook as my fury boiled. My chest was pounding harder than normal, breath coming

hard and uneven. How dare he? He dared touch my child. He dared mock me.

“I hope you enjoyed my little gift,” Osborne continued, his tone sharp with venom. “I warned you

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