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 5
Osborne
"The shares in the company within the Waterford Pack are increasing by the day. I want you to go check it out, son. As you know, we've maintained a good relationship with them for a long time."
My father's voice echoed in my head, calm but heavy with the same expectations that had followed me for years. I gave a stiff nod, trying to mask my irritation.
"I know, Father. But when does it end?" I looked him in the eye. "I should be elsewhere by now. Doing what I was born for, not babysitting alliances."
He studied me quietly for a second, then nodded as if he'd anticipated this resistance. "I see. But there's a party tonight. I want you to attend... with Bella."
Ah. So that's what this is really about.
I scoffed inwardly and stood. "You could've just said that from the start."
We both knew what this was. He wanted me to claim Bella-to mate with her for power, not love. That's why he never forced me to attend the gatherings in the pack square like the other unmated wolves. He'd always had Bella in mind. Always waiting, always scheming.
But tonight, I'd shatter that plan.
"I won't be going with Bella," I said coolly. "I'm going to see the woman I've already claimed."
He froze mid-motion, eyes lifting slowly to meet mine. "What did you just say?"
"I said," I repeated calmly, "I'm going to the woman I have claimed."
His face twisted with disbelief before rage began to crack through his polished exterior. "You haven't even been officially mated! Don't stand there and speak nonsense to me."
"I'm not," I said, standing my ground. "I claimed her under the moon goddess. I marked her in truth."
He surged toward me, grabbing the collar of my shirt in a tight fist. His fury poured off him in waves. "What. Have. You. Done?"
"I've followed my heart," I answered steadily. "I love her, Father."
His hand dropped from my shirt, but the anger didn't leave his face. This wasn't just disappointment-it was betrayal in his eyes. To him, I wasn't a son. I was a tool. And tonight, I'd dared to bend the blade away from the grip.
"I want no part in your politics with Alpha Hamilton," I added. "I'll go to the party, but not with Bella."
His shoulders tensed, his jaw clenched. He didn't speak. Silence meant fury, and I welcomed it.
"Excuse me," I said, turning my back on him.
My heart pounded as I stepped out of the room. The weight of defying him was heavy, but it didn't slow my stride.
Shit. I'm late.
She'd be waiting. Probably confused. Maybe hurt.
I'll bring her a flower. Something soft to make up for the sharpness of my delay.
As I stepped out, I spotted my mother heading toward my father's office.
"Are you two arguing again?" she asked.
I shook my head quickly. "No, Mom. But I really need to be somewhere," I replied, already halfway past her.
She took a step closer. "Your father must have mentioned Bella-"
I cut her off, not wanting to get into it. "Later, Mom. Please, not now." I hurried off, leaving her watching me with concern.
I reached my car, only to be stopped yet again-this time by Alex.
What the hell?
"Hey, buddy," he greeted.
I exhaled sharply. "Not now!" I snapped, slamming the door shut and driving off without another word.
I drove straight to a nearby flower shop, my thoughts completely consumed by Aina. The moment I stepped in, I could feel the attention shift toward me.
"Who do you think he's buying flowers for? Is he already mated?" one girl whispered with clear jealousy.
"Oh God, please let it be me," another giggled.
Ugh. Seriously?
I paid quickly, ignored the unnecessary attention, and headed back to my car. I just needed to see her. As I drove, my mind drifted to her-how she looked last night, how she felt. I gripped the wheel tighter. I was almost there when it hit me.
A wave of heat slammed into my chest and shot down my body. My cock hardened painfully, demanding her. It was the same uncontrollable ache as last night-but this time it was more intense. Like a primal force was dragging me toward her.
Then I caught it.
Her scent.
Oh, goddess.
Sweet. Potent. Irresistible. And it wasn't just inside the house-it reached outside. Fuck. That shouldn't happen. No one should know how my mate smells. No one should know she's going into heat.
I pulled up in front of her house and jumped out, heart racing. That's when I saw them.
Three guys loitering just a little too close to her block. They were sniffing the air subtly, eyes narrowing in the direction of her home.
They smelled it too.
No. Hell. No.
My protective instincts kicked in so hard I saw red. I clenched my fists and stalked toward them. One of them, a lanky omega with twitchy eyes, dared to speak.
"Smells like-"
"Don't." I snapped.
The moment they saw my face, they froze. Recognition flickered in their eyes. One stepped back. The other two immediately lowered their heads and bowed.
"Alpha," one muttered quickly, trying to act like they hadn't just been sniffing around my mate's scent like hungry dogs.
I didn't care who they were. I didn't care if they belonged to this pack or the next. My glare could've burned holes through them.
"Next time I see you this close to her house," I growled, my voice low and lethal, "you'll be crawling home without your noses."
They didn't wait. They backed off quickly, practically tripping over themselves.
Without wasting another second, I turned and stormed toward her house. No knocking. No hesitation. I shoved the door open and followed her scent like a predator locked on prey.
It led me straight to the living room.
Her family was gathered there-faces tight with worry.
And then I saw her.
Aina.
She swayed on her feet, eyes fluttering closed. Her body gave out beneath her, and without thinking, I shouted her name.
"Aina!"
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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.