The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 89

Chapter 84

Bella

After three long years of being locked away, I was finally allowed outside. I could hardly believe it at first-he had actually listened to my pleas. I thought he’d never let me go beyond these walls again. But now… this was my chance.

I needed to find help. To escape this miserable place. To run, no matter what it took.

When the maid came to tell me I’d be going out today, joy flooded through me so strongly it brought tears to my eyes. But beneath that joy, my mind was already racing, calculating, planning.

This was the moment I had been waiting for.

I gathered a few pieces of jewelry and tucked them safely into my purse. I’d need money, or

something I could trade if I managed to get far enough from them. My hands trembled as I held

the purse close to my chest. When the maids came in to prepare me, I refused to let it out of my sight. They didn’t question it; they’d long learned not to care about what I did.

Soon, they settled me into my wheelchair and began pushing me down the long hall, out through

the front doors, and finally, finally-into the open air.

The moment the breeze touched my skin, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The scent of

freedom. It had been so long since I’d felt sunlight that it almost hurt, and yet, I never wanted it to

end.

I didn’t know why he had changed his mind, why he suddenly allowed me to leave, but it didn’t

matter. I would make sure he regretted it. Every single thing he’d ever done to me, every ounce of

pain he’d caused, I’d return it tenfold.

Two guards stood beside the car, their postures stiff and silent. The moment they saw me, one stepped forward to open the door, while the other reached to lift me out of the chair.

But before he could touch me, a low, dangerous growl echoed across the driveway.

I froze. My pulse spiked as I turned my head toward the sound.

And there he was-my so-called husband.

The one man I wished never to see again.

Dylan’s stare at the guard could have killed; the man straightened and dropped into a bow without a word. Dylan wasn’t an alpha, but his wealth carved him the respect others gave kings.

He moved toward me like a man on a mission, expression flat as stone. I hugged my purse to my

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chest and swallowed hard. Please don’t change your mind, I begged. I couldn’t bear it if he did.

His eyes flicked to the purse, then back to my face, and a small, almost gentle smile touched his lips as he bent to lift me from the wheelchair. The guard took the chair and set it into the boot while Dylan eased me into the car and clicked my seatbelt snug.

His face was so close I could feel the heat from him; my body responded before my mind could object. It was the bond-that damn thing that made me feel feverish whenever he came near.

He tightened the belt, then looked me dead in the eye, our faces only inches apart. If he weren’t a dangerous man, he might have been my type. Instead, he breathed, “You better not do anything funny, Bella.”

I couldn’t move, nor speak. I only stared as he straightened, closed the car door, and walked /

around to the front. A maid slid into the seat beside me while the two guards climbed in up front

and the engine purred to life.

This was my only chance. I had to think fast. I couldn’t afford to waste it – I didn’t know when, or if,

I’d get another chance of stepping out ever again.

As the car rolled away from the mansion, I finally exhaled, my chest loosening just a little. Turning my gaze to the window, I spoke without looking at the maid beside me.

“And where exactly are we going?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. It better be somewhere

public-somewhere crowded.

“First, we’ll be going to the mall,” she replied politely. “You can get whatever you want.”

Perfect. A small, sly smile tugged at my lips. At least now I had a real chance-if they didn’t hover

over me too much.

The ride took nearly an hour. When we finally arrived, I stared through the window at the huge building ahead. My heart raced. So many people. So many eyes. I swallowed hard, my pulse thudding in my throat. I could only hope no one recognized me. This was another pack’s territory,

but still… who didn’t know Bella Maxwell?

As they wheeled me through the glass doors, I lowered my head slightly, avoiding the curious

glances of strangers. The last thing I wanted was pity. I didn’t want to be seen like this-weak,

broken, trapped in this wheelchair.

But if I kept hiding, how was I ever going to escape?

The mall was vast, filled with noise and light and life. I blinked, almost overwhelmed by it. The

smell of perfume, the chatter of people, the shimmer of dresses and jewelry displays-it all came

rushing back. Memories of the life I once had.

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I remembered how it used to be-me walking tall, surrounded by guards and maids, people

stepping aside as I passed. Sometimes I would even clear entire sections just to shop alone. I’d treat others like they didn’t exist, like they were beneath me.

And now?

Now I was just a crippled woman in a wheelchair, clutching a purse full of stolen jewelry, plotting to run away from her husband.

I felt utterly miserable.

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