The Alpha's Chubby Obsession. novel Chapter 94

Chapter 88

Dylan

I knew she’d fall for my little trick. I knew she’d try to run the moment she saw the slightest gap in

my watch. That’s who she is, stubborn, defiant, foolishly brave. I expected her to make a move, but what I didn’t expect was that one second out of my sight, she’d get herself into trouble/this bad.

I’ll give her that, she’s smart, maybe even strong-but she better be strong enough to survive this

Now, as she lies limp in my arms, barely breathing, I can feel her pulse faint beneath my fingertips. My breath comes shallow, uneven. I hate this, hate how this bond twists me, makes me care when

I shouldn’t. This bond that ties me to her-this monster.

Blood streaked down her pale face, mixing with dirt. I wiped it gently, even though my hands were trembling. My jaw clenched tight as I pulled her closer against my chest, trying to ignore how cold

her body felt.

“Sir, the car is here,” one of the men announced, his voice breaking through the ringing in my ears.

I didn’t respond. I just rose to my feet, carrying her in my arms. My steps were fast, desperate, almost stumbling. I didn’t want them to see the panic in my eyes-the fear crawling in my chest like a living thing. I’m their overconfident boss, not a man who breaks down over a woman. But gods, I

was scared.

When we reached the car, I climbed in with her, holding her tighter as the door shut behind us. The vehicle sped away, and the world outside blurred into darkness. I kept staring at her face, whispering words I never thought would come from my mouth.

“You better not die on me,” I muttered. My voice sounded strange, unsteady. I swallowed hard and

tried again. “You hear me? Don’t you dare die.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. I could hear only her shallow breaths and the pounding

of my heart.

I’ve always been a hardened man. I don’t cry-I can’t. The only person who ever made me shed even

a single tear was Cherry. She wasn’t my mate, but I loved her. And when she died, a part of me died

too. I buried that part with her, buried it deep enough that I thought nothing could ever touch it

again.

From that day, I swore revenge. I would make the one responsible for her death suffer a thousand

times over. And now, the woman who caused her death is finally in my grasp, the one I should hate

with every fiber of my being-lies in my arms, bleeding, broken… but all I can think about is saving

her.

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I should be glad she’s suffering. I should feel victory in her pain. But instead, I feel like I’m the one

who can’t breathe properly.

Damn it.

I’m not getting attached to this monster, am I?

No. I can’t be. I won’t be. I’ll hate myself if I let that happen.

But then she stirred weakly against me, her fingers twitching just slightly before going still again. My chest tightened painfully.

I can’t let her die either.

And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t know what terrified me more-losing her… or what it

meant that I cared.

I had planned everything today down to the smallest detail, the saleswoman’s approach, the way no one would spare her a second glance, the route, even the timing for her travel. Every piece was set so she’d get a taste of the freedom she begged for, and I’d be there to snatch it back and

watch the fear in her eyes.

Everything had gone according to plan, until it didn’t. Rogues appeared out of nowhere, and the crowd on the street was thicker than we’d expected. They moved fast and in numbers, and before any of us could react she’d been taken.

I’d wanted her to feel free only to yank it away myself. I never meant for this, not for her to end up like this, barely breathing in my arms. That wasn’t part of any lesson I’d imagined.

At the hospital they rushed her straight into the emergency ward. I couldn’t sit; I couldn’t stand still. I paced the corridors with my fists tight at my sides, every step pounding with the same frantic

rhythm as my thoughts.

“Sir, you should try to calm down,” Antoine said, steady as ever, his voice an attempt at reason. I

gave him a curt nod, but my head was a tangle of fury and fear. The plan had failed, and now

everything was in pieces.

She can’t die like this, not when I haven’t given the order. If she’s going to die, it will be on my terms

and no one else’s.

I sank onto a chair and let out a long breath, eyes scanning the room. I prayed, not softly, but with the cold certainty of a man used to taking what he wants – that that damn monster would fight

with everything she had and come back alive.

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Clair

Hmph. Maurice seems to be doing surprisingly well. If he’s clever, he’ll realise the deal I gave him was a test, and he’ll rise to meet it. From what I can see so far, he’s handling his duties and proving

himself.

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