
The Alpha's Chubby Obsession
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One day, I was the fat, unwanted girl rejected by the Beta's son.
The next minute, the Alpha's son himself showed up... and claimed me.
I didn't know why, why Osborne came for me when I was at my lowest.
But I quickly learned something-he doesn't just want my body.
He wants all of me.
He says I'm his mate.
But the way he touches me, holds me, breathes me in...
This isn't just fate.
It's an obsession, raw, wild, and consuming.
And the craziest part?
I think I want to be consumed.
The Alpha's Chubby Obsession Chapter 1
"No. I don't want her. She can't be my mate," Alex said with pure disgust in his eyes, his gaze slowly dragging over my body like I was something filthy.
Today was supposed to be the best day of my life-my mate ceremony. At eighteen, I was finally of age, finally ready to be bonded. I had imagined so many things... but never this.
And who did the Moon Goddess pair me with?
Alex Robinson.
Of all the people. The Beta's son. The future second-in-command of our pack. The one everyone admired and whispered about. But me? He had never liked me. I knew that much. And now, standing in front of him, it was clear he never would.
I already knew what would follow-rejection.
"But there's nothing wrong with her, son," his father said, trying to reason.
"I know," Alex replied, his tone sharp. "But I don't want her. I'm already in love-with my girlfriend. I'm not settling for some big-for-nothing girl."
Yes, you heard him right.
I'm not your typical tall, slender, perfect mate material. I'm curvy. Five foot five. I have thick glasses because of my eyesight, short dark hair, and clothes that are more functional than fashionable-because my family can only afford so much. I try my best, but clearly... it's not enough.
His words were a slap to my face. My wolf whimpered inside me, wounded by the rejection.
Who would ever choose someone like me?
Still, I refused to let him have the last word.
"So I, Alex Robinson, reject you, Aina Wilfred," he said, sealing the pain I already saw coming.
But I lifted my chin and stared him dead in the eye.
"I, Aina Wilfred, reject you, Alex Robinson."
Gasps erupted from the crowd. My mother stiffened beside me, her face twisting in shock.
"What?" she snapped. "Take that back!" she hissed, angry, almost panicked.
But I didn't move. I was staring at the man who had been my mate only a moment ago-watching as something flickered behind his eyes. Regret? Doubt?
I don't even know.
He ground his teeth and forced the words out. "It is done."
Then, as if to hammer it in, he walked straight to her-Miranda Warren. The perfect blonde, the pretty little thing with the fake smile and too much perfume.
"Miranda Warren will be my mate-the one I choose to spend my life with," he announced to the entire pack, holding her hand like some grand prize.
She didn't miss her moment either. Miranda threw me a cruel smirk and pinched her nose like I stank, before they both turned and walked away.
They got into their car parked right in the center of the pack square and drove off without so much as a backward glance. Around me, wolves who had already found and accepted their mates were laughing, kissing, holding hands-celebrating.
And I just stood there. Like a damn signboard.
My mother shook her head, clearly disappointed, and walked off with a long sigh. She didn't say a word. Not even a glance. Just turned and left, like I was already someone else's problem.
Everything around me started to blur.
There it was again-that feeling. The weight of invisibility. Like I didn't exist. No one came to check on me. No one asked if I was okay. They were all too busy wrapped around their mates, living in their new perfect little worlds.
I hadn't moved. I stayed rooted to the same spot-the exact place where our eyes had met for the first time. The bond had sparked instantly. I had felt it... and so had he.
But the moment Alex felt that connection, it was like his entire world collapsed around him. Like having me as a mate was a curse he couldn't wait to throw away.
The sun dipped quickly, casting the square in shadows. The sky turned cold and gray, matching the hollow ache inside my chest. But I didn't leave. This was how I handled pain-quietly, without tears, without screaming. Just stillness.
Then, I heard it.
A voice.
Low. Rough. Tempting.
"Aina."
Just the way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, slowly, heart already thudding-and there he was.
Osborne Cliff.
The Alpha's son.
Tall. Broad. Dangerous.
And the best friend of the boy who had just rejected me.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, lips curled into the kind of smile that could melt through steel. His piercing eyes locked onto mine like I was something worth looking at-something worth claiming.
But wait-how did he know my name?
Osborne Cliff had never spoken to me before. Not even once. So why now? Why here?
Was this some kind of twisted joke? Had he come to mock me after his best friend humiliated me in front of the entire pack? Was this his way of kicking me while I was already down?
He hadn't even been at the mate gathering. While everyone else was out searching for their other half, I didn't see him once. No girl clinging to his arm. No whispers about who he might end up with.
And as far as I knew, he didn't have a mate either.
So why was he here?
He walked toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who already knew his prey had nowhere to run. I blinked as his scent hit me-earthy, masculine, rich and warm like cedar and smoke. It wrapped around me, making my skin prickle. Comforting... and chilling.
He stopped in front of me and towered above me, that same half-smile still tugging at his lips. I felt small next to him, not just in size but in presence. Like he could crush me without trying-but chose not to.
Then he bent down just enough to bring his eyes level with mine. The teasing smirk faded slightly, replaced with something darker. Something... intense.
"Aina," he said, his voice low and rough, "it's good he rejected you."
I flinched. His words struck deep, sharper than Alex's had.
My throat tightened. A knot rose in my chest. Goddess, I was going to cry-and I hated that he'd see it. Why would he say something so cruel? What did I ever do to deserve this?
I was about to look away, but he wasn't done.
"Because I would've killed him myself if he hadn't," he said.
Wait-what?
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The Alpha's Chubby Obsession of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.

7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.

8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.

8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.

8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.











