
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 4
As soon as the car pulled up in front of my house, I turned to glance at him.
"And how do you know where I live?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
He simply grinned in response - that same maddening, confident grin. Oh, goddess.
He didn't bother answering.
"I'll get going," I muttered, reaching for the door.
But before I could fully step out, he pulled me back to him and kissed me again - just like earlier. I didn't fight it. I let him in, parting my lips for him the way he'd silently asked before.
"Be ready. I'll come meet you here tomorrow," he said against my mouth.
I shook my head weakly, flustered. He gave me one last soft peck before I quickly stepped out of the car.
I practically sprinted to the front door, flung it open, and slammed it shut behind me. My heart was still racing.
As I tiptoed deeper into the house, I spotted my father sitting on the couch, reading a book with a glass of fruit juice in hand.
Just then, my brother came marching down the stairs with his mate in tow.
"Look who finally decided to come home," my mother sneered from the hallway.
My father put down his paper and stood, making his way toward me. I instinctively braced myself, expecting the usual punishment for being late.
But instead, his gaze locked onto my lips.
"Why are your lips so red?" he asked sharply. "Is that... a bite mark?"
Startled, I touched my lips instinctively, feeling them burn under my fingertips. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Now it was my brother's turn to chime in.
"And why do you smell like that?"
That caught my mother's attention. She came closer, sniffing the air.
"Yes! You reek of someone - it's flooding the whole house," she hissed.
Then she snapped.
"Did you throw yourself at another man after being rejected?!" she shouted.
Suzy, my brother's mate, snickered.
"I... I," I stammered, barely able to speak.
My father's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You didn't, did you?"
I swallowed hard and finally forced the words out.
"I got a second chance mate," I breathed.
Silence fell.
"What?" my mother asked, half-laughing.
But my father wasn't amused.
"Who is it?" he demanded.
"Osborne," I whispered.
The entire room froze.
And then, laughter erupted - from my father, my brother, even my mother.
"You?" my mother laughed cruelly.
"You think the Alpha's son would ever choose you?"
"Are you drunk?" my father scoffed. "Or did some random guy pretend to be Osborne and you just went and kissed him?"
I clenched my fists.
"No. It was him. He claimed me - even said he'd be here tomorrow. He drove me home."
The laughter died. Silence returned.
My mother rushed to the window, peered outside, and then turned back slowly.
"You're not lying?" my father asked, staring hard at me.
I shook my head earnestly.
"I swear, Dad. I was just as shocked. He came to me... he claimed me, and it felt like my whole body was on fire."
I cut myself off, suddenly remembering what had happened between us. My lips burned again, the bite mark too obvious to hide.
My father looked to my mother. Even Suzy and Josh exchanged glances.
"Go make dinner," my father finally said.
I quietly nodded and left the room, retreating fast.
But even as I walked away, I could hear their murmurs.
"She must have lost her mind," someone whispered.
None of them believed me.
Heck, even I wasn't sure I believed it myself.
How could a man like Osborne - the future Alpha, strong, devastatingly handsome, and so completely out of my league - ever claim someone like me? Just a plain girl?
The next morning, I woke up before the sun. I had so much to do-clean the house, prepare breakfast, and most importantly, prepare myself. He said he would come, though he didn't say when. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about last night... the way I had craved him. One moment changed everything. My entire life shifted in the blink of an eye.
Today felt unlike any other. A strange joy bubbled in my chest, unfamiliar but warm. Even my wolf was restless, pacing inside me with excitement.
"Clean that area properly," my mother barked.
"I will!" I replied cheerfully, a smile tugging at my lips. She looked at me as if I had gone mad, but I didn't care.
For some reason, my father didn't go to work. My brother and his mate were also home. I had a feeling they were waiting-to mock me again, probably. None of them believed I had found my second chance mate. Not really.
By noon, their laughter rang through the house.
"We should really get her checked," my brother said, chuckling.
My mother joined in. "You should've seen the look the beta's son gave her. Disgust, pure hatred. And when he rejected her, she didn't even fight back. How did I raise such a daughter?"
Their words stung-sharp and cold-but I tried to ignore them. Still... why was Osborne taking so long?
I sat alone in silence, my ears tuned to every sound. The earlier joy had faded into quiet uncertainty.
Then, suddenly, it hit me.
A wildfire blazed through my body. My heart raced painfully fast, breath caught in my throat. It was hard to breathe. My skin burned, my head throbbed, and between my legs-I was wet. Embarrassingly so.
It was happening again... no, this was worse.
Heat.
But why now? He wasn't even here.
I doubled over, trying to steady myself, vision blurring. And then I heard Suzy's voice.
"The scent... it's coming from here. I think Aina is in heat!"
Footsteps pounded toward me. My father's voice followed. "Why is it so strong? Someone get a glass of cold water!"
My mother crouched beside me. "Breathe, Aina. We might as well find you a mate ourselves. Maybe then you'll stop clinging to your little delusions."
They were wrong.
Osborne was real.
And he was coming.
Before the water reached me, my body gave out and I collapsed.
But just before darkness pulled me under... I heard it.
My name.
"Aina."
His voice.
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7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.

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
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."

7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.

8.1
I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat.
A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt.
The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men.
I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser?
It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot.
I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness.
"The crazy woman you knew before is dead."
I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.

8.7
On the day of our mating ceremony, I wore a beautiful white dress, waiting to become the Luna of the pack. To ensure my Fated Mate, Kade, loved me for my soul and not my rank, I had hidden my true Alpha nature and lived as a fragile Omega.
But instead of my groom, my best friend Selena walked into the room. She flashed a fresh silver rejection rune on her wrist, smiling as she told me the ceremony was canceled. Kade had chosen her, the daughter of a powerful Beta, to secure his Alpha transition.
When I rushed to his study in disbelief, the words I heard through the cracked door shattered my heart completely.
"She's just an Omega. Her value doesn't compare to the loyalty of Selena's father."
Kade laughed coldly with his friends, calling our sacred bond a leash. He even planned to keep me trapped in the packhouse as a docile, broken toy under his and Selena's rule.
Every whispered promise of love was just a lie built for power. My disguise to test his true heart became the very excuse he used to discard me like trash. How could the man who promised to cherish my soul be so utterly ruthless?
Wiping my tears, I kicked the door open and publicly initiated the impossible: I, the "weak Omega," formally rejected him. After smashing a whiskey bottle over his head, I walked straight into the territory of his most feared rival—his older brother, Rowan. This time, I would tear his world apart.