The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 92

Chapter 86-2

“Thank you,” I whispered, my throat thick with emotion.

Clair

I turned the chair toward the direction he pointed. The terminal wasn’t far, and soon I reached, the place was crowded, loud, and alive. I blended into the chaos as best I could, keeping my head down as I paid for a ticket. The clerk barely looked at me, which was a blessing.

When the bus arrived, a kind driver lowered the ramp without asking too many questions. I wheeled in, positioned myself by the window, and tried to steady my breathing.

As the engine rumbled to life, I watched the city begin to move-shops, traffic, and faces blurring past. I let out a shaky sigh and rested my head against the window.

For the first time in years, no one was telling me where to go or what to do. My mind still trapped between fear and disbelief, but beneath it all… there was hope.

I didn’t know what was waiting for me at the pack I was heading to, maybe danger, safety, or something in between-but I knew one thing for sure: I would rather die running than live one more day under his control.

The drive felt endless, hours of winding roads, changing landscapes, and the faint hum of the bus engine filling the silence. My back ached, and my arms were stiff from the constant vibration, but I didn’t complain. Freedom, even when uncomfortable, was still freedom.

When the sign for Icy Pack finally came into view, my heart skipped. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass window, staring out at the unfamiliar streets. I’d never been here before. Everything looked foreign.

As the bus pulled into the terminal, I realized the few bills I’d brought with me were gone. My stomach twisted. The only thing of value I had left was the jewelry he had once bought me to “decorate” his possession. They were now my only means of survival.

I wheeled myself down the ramp and into the cold evening air, pulling my shawl tighter around my shoulders. The wind stung, and so did reality. I have no money. No home. No one.

But I had to keep moving. I couldn’t afford to sit and think about what I’d lost. “I need to find a jewelry store,” I whispered to myself, my breath forming pale clouds in the air. “Sell what I have… then maybe a hotel, somewhere small. Somewhere I can think.”

I swallowed hard, glancing around. The streets buzzed faintly with life, people chatting by shopfronts, children running across the street. None of them looked familiar. I didn’t even know which way to turn.

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Still, I forced my wheels forward. I had no plan, no map, and no one to trust, but I had determination.

Clar

Once I sold the jewelry, I could get a room, rest for a night or two, and plan my way back to Waterford Pack. I didn’t know what awaited me there-anger, sympathy, or vengeance-but I needed to go back. I needed to face the man who’d sold me like a piece of property.

But first, I had to survive long enough to make it there..

It was already getting late, and most of the shops were beginning to close, so I needed to hurry. “Excuse me,” I called out to a woman passing by. She glanced my way, chewing gum lazily, her eyes

darting around before she answered, “Uh, yeah?”

“Do you happen to know where I can find a jewelry shop?” I asked, my tone polite but cautious. Her

eyes widened slightly, and a strange smile tugged at her lips. “Oh, yeah, I can take you,” she said

quickly.

Something about her made me uneasy. Her eyes flickered too much, her tone too eager. I

hesitated, my instincts whispering that she wasn’t someone to trust. I glanced around and saw

others still moving along the street, people chatting, carrying bags, heading home.

Forcing a polite smile, I clutched my purse tightly and said, “Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually changed my mind. I was looking for something for my mother-in-law, but I think I’ll get her something else instead. Sorry for bothering you.”

She stared at me for a moment, as if confused by my sudden change of tone, but then shrugged

and walked off. I exhaled softly. Maybe it was better to ask someone older, someone who looked trustworthy. An older man, perhaps. Yes, that would be safer.

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