The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 85

Chapter 80-2

Except for the maids. Whether they lived or died, I never cared enough to remember.

Clair

He was right. Every word he said was true. I am evil. I’ve killed without remorse, ruined lives like it meant nothing-and the worst part? I don’t feel sorry. Not really.

No… I won’t stop until I’ve taken everything from those who took from me. Osborne. His precious mate. Maurice. My father. Even him-my so-called mate.

I’ll kill every last one of them. Only then will I finally be satisfied.

But first… how do I get out of here?

Maurice

I never realized running a pack could drain someone this much. Every single day feels like I’m carrying the weight of a hundred wolves on my shoulders. The constant meetings, the endless disputes, the demands-it’s exhausting. And as if that’s not enough, the officials won’t stop breathing down my neck about getting a mate.

A mate.

They speak like it’s something I can pluck from a tree. Where exactly do they expect me to find one? Should I summon her out of the wind? If it were that simple, I’d have done it long ago. Truth is, I’d like that too. I’m not made of stone. There are nights when the loneliness claws at my chest and I wonder what it’d be like to have someone beside me-to have peace. But right now, I can’t afford distractions. Not until I pull this pack out of the shadows it’s been buried in for years.

It took every ounce of my pride to reach out to Alpha Osborne for help. Even thinking about it makes my jaw tighten. After everything my family did to his… it still amazes me that I had the courage to ask. Are they even my family, really? Hell no. They never treated me like one of them, not when I was a boy craving my father’s attention, not when I tried to reach out to my sister. I was

always the outsider.

My mother was nothing more than a mistress, tucked away in a house far from the main estate.

My father made sure of that. He forced himself on her, then pretended like we didn’t exist. I grew

up watching her bitterness grow like a disease. She’d look at me with that cold, empty stare and

say, “You ruined my life.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe I did. And now that I’m older, I don’t even blame her. She never asked

for me. She never asked for the pain that came with being tied to a man who never loved her.

But me? I had no choice. I was born into it, born into rejection, neglect, and resentment.

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Clain

I knew early on that if I didn’t carve my own path, I’d be left behind, forgotten like the rest of my mother’s broken dreams. So I fought, I built, I clawed my way up to something that could finally be mine. A pack. My pack. And yet… even now, sometimes it still feels like I’m that lonely boy again, looking for someone to care.

The only person who ever did… was Alpha Osborne.

He didn’t have to. He owed me nothing. But when everyone else turned their backs on me, he was

there. He saw something in me when even I couldn’t. Maybe that’s why I respect him more than

anyone else alive. He’s more than a mentor to me, he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a friend or

a brother.

I just hope he’ll agree to help me. I don’t need much-just one problem off my desk, one less weight

on my shoulders. Then maybe, just maybe, I can start thinking about the rest of my life. About finding a mate. About building something that feels like home.

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