The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 78

Chapter 74

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Then what’s the fun in all this?”

I gave him a small smile. “This will all be over before you know it.”

Through the drone feed, we watched the first impact tear into Waterford’s pack house. A pang of unease flickered inside me – war was never easy to watch, even when it was necessary. Still, there was no undoing what had already been set in motion. Moments later, enemy bombs streaked toward our territory, only to dissolve Into nothing before they could even touch the ground.

That is the strength of power – money, resources, and unshakable manpower. Hamilton should have known better than to challenge me. And yet, here we were.

More explosives rained down, turning Waterford into a battlefield. I could sense Hamilton recalculating every move as chaos swallowed his pack. Foot soldiers poured in behind the strikes

and the clash began in earnest.

I had my commander patch the call through to him. Hamilton’s voice snapped across the line, raw with anger. “You-” he started. “You want to ruin my pack? Haven’t you and your son done enough?”

I let the question hang, then answered coldly. “End this now, or you’ll watch everything you’ve built burn. You and your daughter started it.” The line fell silent; an explosion boomed somewhere near

his position. We’d aimed for their strong points, not civilians, but if he refused to stop there’d be no

saving the rest.

Finally, his voice broke through – defeated, desperate. “We accept. Stop.” I cut him off and ordered:

“Cease the attack.” My commander acknowledged and moved to stand down our forces.

Osborne gave a low, humorless chuckle. “Took him long enough,” he said. “He should’ve known

better than to cross us.”

Still my weak heart bled for the person I once called friend, I never wanted it to end like this.

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Chapter 74

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I was completely taken aback when I heard the announcement that the Silver Crest Pack had gone

to war with the Waterford Pack – or even when it actually happened. Everything unfolded so

suddenly that I barely had time to process it. For a war, it didn’t even feel like one. What were they

thinking? Alpha Hamilton didn’t really think he’d win, did he? I had wondered. But when the Luna

finally filled me in on what I’d missed, I was left speechless.

Had I really been so clueless all this while? So unaware of what was happening right under my

nose?

“There was no need for you to know,” Osborne said calmly when I brought it up later. “And as you can see, our pack was left untouched.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” I replied, crossing my arms. “But you never told me anything about it.”

At that moment, I was sitting across from him in his office. He was busy, his head bent over a few scattered papers, but I could tell he was listening.

He finally looked up and said, “Oh really? And how would you have felt if I told you Bella sent a

hitman to kill you?”

My eyes widened instantly. “What?” I gasped. “The Luna never mentioned anything like that.”

He leaned back in his chair, expression softening slightly. “I didn’t want to scare you-or my mother, Aina. Besides, it was bigger than just you, me, and Bella. It all stemmed from jealousy and hatred from Alpha Hamilton. That issue needed to be handled so he’d remember exactly who he was dealing with.”

I slowly nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. I had seen the news reports-Waterford Pack

had suffered major losses. Yet somehow, miraculously, very few civilians were killed.

Alpha Owen had shown restraint, I realized. He was indeed a soft-hearted man. Because truthfully,

what Hamilton had done-targeting the future Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, was a crime far

greater than it was handled.

Before I could say more, Osborne broke the tension with a teasing grin. “Enough with the serious

talks about the Maxwells,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I thought you said you’d cut down on

carbs and sweets, so why did you order chocolate?”

I gasped, my jaw dropping. “How dare you? You said down on carbs and sweets a little, not

completely!” I shot back, glaring at him.

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He just laughed-a deep, unbothered sound that only irritated me more. I couldn’t believe he was laughing at my so-called plight. But then again, he never saw it that way.

“Ah-ha, Aina,” he said suddenly, his tone changing, his eyes gleaming mischievously. He tilted his head slightly. “Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, trying not to smile even though curiosity was already written all over my face.

“We’ll be going on our honeymoon tomorrow,” he said with a grin that could melt steel/

My eyes widened again, but this time with delight. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face. I rushed over to him, laughter spilling from my lips as he chuckled at my reaction.

“Are you serious?” I asked, perching myself comfortably on his lap.

“I am,” he said softly, one hand resting at my waist. “It’ll be just the two of us.”

I liked the sound of that. My heart fluttered as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. “You’ve made my day,” I whispered against his mouth.

He smiled, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Good,” he murmured. “That’s exactly what I

wanted.”

Osborne always made me feel like a princess, and I loved every bit of it. I was going to take my

time to savor it-the man who had stepped into my life and changed everything in an instant. He

had turned a timid girl into a woman who now held her head higher, spoke her mind louder, and

carried a new confidence she hadn’t known she possessed.

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Hamilton

It all came as a shock to me when the Silver Crest Pack suddenly attacked. I had never imagined

they would catch us off guard, but they did. Even when we retaliated, the bombs dissolved midair

and it felt like we were doing nothing. We lost and it wasn’t surprising, it was foolish of me to even

think of going to war with them, when failure was inevitable.

Then the call came from Owen. The moment I saw his name on the screen, I knew. My pride would have to die there and then. I was no match for him anyway. That gap between us had always been there-one I had pretended didn’t exist. In one night, I lost the battle, my resources, and above all, I lost my daughter.

Not physically, but her spirit. Her spirit was broken. And all of it-every wound, every loss-had happened because of me. If only I had lived a more honest life, if only I had raised my daughter

with truth and strength instead of pampering her and feeding her illusions, none of this would have happened. I had only myself to blame.

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