The Alpha's Chubby Obsession
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.
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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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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
7.5
Five years ago, Alisson Ford's adoptive family drugged her and offered her to a repulsive old investor to save their failing company.
She escaped the trap, only to accidentally stumble into the bed of Jake Yates, the most terrifying and powerful billionaire in the city.
Months later, while she was painfully giving birth to triplets in a freezing basement, her adoptive sister Bella tracked her down. Bella violently snatched Alisson's firstborn son to pass off as her own ticket into the Yates family. Then, Bella smiled as her men poured gasoline over the mattress and set the room on fire, leaving Alisson and her two remaining newborns to burn alive.
Shielding her fragile babies with her own blistering skin in the roaring inferno, Alisson's despair turned into absolute, blood-soaked hatred. She couldn't fathom how the family she had trusted for years could steal her flesh and blood and condemn her to such a horrific death.
Five years later, Alisson returns to the city as a powerful trauma specialist. She steps right into Jake and Bella's grand engagement banquet, watching coldly as her five-year-old daughter runs straight up to the untouchable billionaire and hugs his leg.
"You are a bad daddy! You abandoned Mommy and us, and now you are going to marry an ugly old witch!"
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.
9.2
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien.
She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults.
Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss.
"You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera."
Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her.
But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin.