The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 87

Chapter 82

Snipe

I looked at the pictures adorning my wall, each face representing someone I intend to eliminate with Osborne Cliff sitting at the top of my list. He is the reason I lost what defined my manhood.

I once believed he was a potential ally, a means to make more money, but he has committed an act against me that he will regret for the rest of his life. I will turn his existence into a nightmare

For the time being, I’ll allow him to believe he has a flawless life, until the moment I come to shatter it. He will weep just as I did when he robbed me of my masculinity.

He severed my manhood for that woman, Bella, he who had the audacity to ask me to harm her. He had the nerve to mutilate me simply because I forced myself upon her.

Now, I am left to live like this, without a p***s. Letting me go was the gravest error he could have made; he should have ended my life when he had the opportunity, especially after what he did to

Aina

Once Alina was asleep, I quietly slipped out of her room, careful not to wake her. My heart thudded with excitement and nerves. I still had to prepare Osborne’s “gift” before he came to our bedroom.

“Should my daughter wake, put her back to sleep. And make sure no one comes near our room. The Alpha and I are not to be disturbed, understood?” I told the nanny, who immediately bowed her

head.

“Yes, Luna.”

Satisfied, I hurried off down the hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold floor. The anticipation in my chest made me smile, a private, secret smile only Osborne could bring out of me.

Inside our chamber, I headed straight for the bathroom and took a quick bath. The water was warm, the steam curling around my body like a soft blanket. I took extra time rubbing scented oil into my skin, the faint vanilla aroma mixing with something floral. Osborne always said that was his favourite scent on me – “sweet, but not innocent,” he’d once murmured against my neck.

When I was done, I moisturised, sprayed perfume along my pulse points, and moved to the box sitting on the dresser. The “gift.” My cheeks burned just thinking about it.

“Oh, Goddess,” I whispered, lifting the lid.

Inside lay the lingerie I’d hidden from everyone, delicate lace, a shade between crimson and wine.

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My fingers trembled as I picked it up, and when I saw the panties, my breath hitched. The hole/ between the lace was small, scandalous, and designed to leave me completely exposed. I couldn’t believe I’d bought something like this.

Still, I slipped them on. Then came the bra, if it could even be called that. The thin fabric barely

covered anything, leaving most of my skin bare. I stood before the mirror, my reflection both

strange and powerful.

For a long time, I hadn’t seen myself this way, confident, beautiful, alive. The faint stretch marks on my stomach glimmered under the soft light. Osborne always said they looked beautiful, I got them when I gave birth to Alina. I used to roll my eyes at that, but now I smiled. Maybe he was right.

I adjusted my hair, letting it fall loosely down my back, and added a touch of gloss to my lips. “Perfect,” I murmured to my reflection, though my heart pounded as if I’d done something

forbidden.

Then I heard it, his footsteps. That slow, heavy stride I’d know anywhere. His scent hit me first, earthy and strong, like pine and smoke. It filled the air, invading my lungs and sending a familiar

ache down my spine.

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. But instead, I stood rooted in place, anticipation and shyness fighting inside me.

When the door opened, Osborne stepped in, his shirt half unbuttoned, his tie loose from the day. The moment his eyes landed on me, he froze.

gaze For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, thick and hot. His roamed from my bare shoulders to my legs, lingering at the lace between, and I saw him swallow

hard.

“So,” I said softly, my voice breaking the spell. “What do think?”

you

He didn’t answer, not with words. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click that made the air in the room feel heavier. His chest rose and fell, and the muscle in his jaw tightened.

“Face me completely,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I turned slowly, feeling the heat of his stare trace every inch of me. My pulse fluttered under my skin. Osborne began to walk toward me, his movements slow, predatory like a wolf closing in on its

prey.

When he finally stood in front of me, his breath brushed my cheek. He didn’t touch me yet, he just looked, his gaze flickering between reverence and hunger. His hand hovered for a moment, then brushed my chin upward until our eyes met.

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“Osborne,” I whispered, my voice trembling, from the desire and pleasure that is to come..

Clain

His lips twitched into the faintest smile, the kind that always made my knees weak. “You have no idea what you’ve done,” he murmured.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “You won’t be sleeping tonight,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, not a threat, but a promise, exactly how I like it.

“Well, I guess I’m in for it,” I breathed out, my voice barely steady as his head dipped low toward my

neck, right where his mark lay.

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