The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 93

Chapter 87

I started looking around for someone else to ask when suddenly three men surrounded me,

forcing me to move back a little until one of them grabbed hold of my wheelchair.

“Well, well,” one of them said with a smirk, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone this

late?”

Their clothes were rough, their faces worse, and I could tell right away they weren’t the kind of men

I wanted trouble with.

“Oh, wait,” another one said, pointing directly at me, his eyes narrowing. “I think I’ve seen that face

before.”

My stomach dropped. No-please, not now. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could open my mouth to scream, a rough hand clamped over it, muffling my voice.

I glanced around desperately, hoping someone-anyone-would notice, but people just walked past as if nothing was happening.

“No one’s going to help you, sweetheart,” the one behind me whispered in a tone that made my

blood run cold.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. I thought I was ready to face anything, but this-this was the same helpless terror that had haunted me since that night three years ago. I just wanted to escape, to breathe again, to start over-but it felt like the world wasn’t done punishing

me yet.

“I knew it,” one of them said suddenly. “You’re Bella Maxwell, aren’t you? The daughter of that comatose former Alpha, Hamilton Maxwell?”

Comatose? My eyes widened. What? My father… comatose?

Before I could say a word, one of them pulled a knife-boldly, for everyone to see. “Come with us quietly, and you won’t get hurt,” he said.

Terrified, I nodded, and they finally removed their hand from my mouth. One of them began pushing my wheelchair while the others walked beside me like predators closing in on their prey.

They wheeled me into a deserted alley-dark, quiet, and reeking of danger. And then I saw her. The same girl I had tried to talk to earlier.

“You got her?” she asked as she walked closer, a cruel smirk on her face.

Tears blurred my sight as I pleaded, “Please, just let me go.”

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She grabbed my face roughly. “You really thought you could fool me, didn’t you? You little crippled

bitch.”

The men laughed as she tried to yank my purse.

“No-please, don’t! You don’t understand, that’s all I have!” I cried, gripping it tightly.

She slapped me hard across the face and snatched it away.

“What’s in the bag, Brenda?” one of the men called out.

When she opened it, her eyes went wide. The sparkle of my jewelry reflected in her greedy gaze

“You bitch, so had all this, greedy bitch,” one of the men snarled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. Pain shot through my scalp as I screamed.

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“Give it back! Please!” I begged, but another man punched me in the stomach while the third

kicked at my wheelchair.

I toppled over, hitting the ground hard. My head struck a rock, and the world spun violently. I could still see, still hear-but everything around me felt like it was moving underwater, blurred and dizzying. My breath came in short, painful gasps as their laughter echoed around me.

I touched my head lightly and saw there was blood. My vision began to blur even more, and the world spun like I was trapped inside a storm. It seemed this was how I would die.

Running from the man who had caged me all these years, only to meet a tragic end in the hands of strangers. Even at the edge of my life, my thoughts went back to him. How cruel, that even now, he still found a way to fill my mind. I thought I was finally gaining my freedom, but I was wrong-so

wrong.

The thieves were still there, their faces twisted in amusement as they hovered over me, grinning as if I were their entertainment for the night. My body trembled, my breath coming in short gasps as I tried to move, to fight, but everything felt so heavy. My fingers slipped on the cold ground, smeared with my blood, and a wave of dizziness hit me again.

Then, all at once, my nose caught a scent-a familiar one although it was faint since I was losing all my senses. It came through the air sharp and undeniable, making my pulse jump weakly. My heart raced, though my mind could barely keep up. No… it couldn’t be him. Not here. Not now. But I knew that scent anywhere; it had lived in my nightmares and memories for years.

Everything around me began fading little by little. Still, I could see the thieves stiffen and look around as if they, too, had sensed what was coming. One of them cursed under his breath, but before he could finish, something big and fast leapt from the shadows. Wolves-ferocious and dark-crashed into them, and chaos broke loose.

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Screams filled the air, raw and echoing. I blinked rapidly, my vision barely holding on, shapes moving like ghosts before me. One of the men tried to shift, his bones cracking mid-way before a wolf’s claws tore him down. Another stumbled, his cry cut short as his body hit the dirt with a sickening thud. I could hear growling, the sound of flesh ripping, and the sharp scent of blood that made me want to vomit.

The world tilted again, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. The ringing in my ears grew louder, drowning-out everything else. I wanted to move, to crawl away from the chaos, but my limbs refused to obey me.

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