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 6
Their heads turned sharply to look at me-some with shock, others with confusion. Her brother gasped softly and whispered, "So it's true."
But I didn't care about any of that.
I walked straight to her, where her mother knelt beside her. Lowering myself to the ground, I gently held Aina and said, "She's in heat."
Her mother's eyes widened as she nodded, then said quietly, "And so are you."
I gave her a knowing look, and right away, I caught the glint of mischief in her eyes.
Aina's body radiated heat, like she was burning up from the inside. Just standing close to her made it almost impossible to hold myself back.
"So she wasn't lying when she said she was your mate?" her father asked, his voice edged with disbelief.
I nodded as I stood, lifting her carefully into my arms.
"No, she wasn't," I replied.
Even though she was clearly in heat, her body trembled in my hold. She needed comfort, and everyone in that room knew I was the only one who could truly soothe her.
Her father cleared his throat awkwardly. "We'll give you two some space. We actually had somewhere to be," he said, casting a look at his wife.
She gave a nod of agreement. "Yes. Josh, take your mate and let's excuse them."
Josh nodded, holding onto his mate protectively. Still, from the corner of my eye, I caught the way she looked at me. Despite being bonded to someone else, the pull of my scent was too much for her to ignore-it was thick in the air, overwhelming, even for the already mated.
The four of them quietly stepped out of the house, leaving just Aina and me alone.
I sat down on the couch with her in my lap, brushing her hair back gently. "Aina," I called her name softly.
Cradling her face, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. Slowly, she stirred, responding to the contact like she craved more. And hell, so did I. I wanted to consume her.
It was taking everything in me not to lose control.
"You're here," she whispered faintly.
I kissed her forehead. "Yeah. I'm sorry I was late... Damn, I even forgot the flowers in the car."
She chuckled lightly at that, but then her expression shifted.
"I feel weird," she murmured.
"Yeah... I know," I said quietly. "I feel it too."
Then I kissed her again-deeper, longer-sliding my tongue into her mouth as she eagerly met mine. Our breaths grew heavier, ragged, syncing in the heat between us.
I was doing everything I could to restrain myself. I didn't want to scare her.
But when she shifted on my thigh, I let out a deep growl. The pressure inside me was unbearable now. Every nerve in my body was on fire.
My mind spun as I asked myself-am I really thinking of taking her right here...?
But no-I wasn't going to take her. I wasn't just some sex-starved male... but damn, when it came to her, I felt like I was. Just seeing her like this stirred something uncontrollable inside me. Still, the heat needed to be eased, not pushed too far. Even if we didn't go all the way, there were other ways to soothe the ache.
"I need more," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.
I gently laid her down on the couch and hovered above her, my eyes locked onto hers. Then I bent down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, giving her exactly what she asked for. She writhed beneath me, her arms wrapping around my neck as her tongue danced against mine. Those little gasps escaping her mouth only drove me crazier.
My hand found her breast, and I began to knead it gently. She cried out, and it sent a wave of hunger through me. Fuck, how could anyone not see how insanely sexy she was? They must've been blind. She was perfect-and she was mine.
"You want me to suck it?" I whispered breathlessly against her lips.
"Yes," she responded without hesitation, without an ounce of shyness.
I slid off her blouse, leaving only her bra in place. With practiced ease, I unfastened it, revealing her breasts to me. Every inch of her was a vision-her curves, her soft skin, her stomach-it was everything I had imagined and more.
I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, earning a moan from her lips. They were already hard, begging for my attention, and I gladly gave it. I sucked, nibbled, and rolled my tongue over the tight buds, while my hand caressed the other, worshipping them both.
I kissed down her chest to her stomach, listening to the beautiful, breathy sounds she made. It took everything in me not to lose control.
I slowly slid her pants down her legs, leaving her in just her soaked panties. I could see how ready she was for me-her arousal evident, darkened fabric clinging to her heat.
I leaned down and licked her through the thin material, and she cried out.
"Oh, please... more," she begged again, clutching at my head.
Oh, baby, you don't have to ask me twice.
I shifted her panties to the side and dove in, my mouth on her, tasting her like I'd been starving for her all my life.
Her screams echoed through the house-loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. I knew the sensations she was feeling were new to her, overwhelming even, but that was okay. I'd teach her everything she needed to know.
Not that I was some expert myself-I wasn't. In fact, it might come as a surprise, but this was the first time I'd ever done something like this. Still, I wasn't clueless. And with her, everything just came naturally.
Only she could ignite this kind of fire in me.
I wrapped my lips around her sensitive little bud, and she couldn't stop crying out my name. I slid a finger inside her, adding to the sensation. The more I did, the quicker her heat would ease.
She kept calling my name, over and over again, her voice raw with need. I could feel it-she was close.
So I didn't stop.
Her grip on me tightened, her body went still for just a second, and then she began to tremble-waves crashing over her as she came undone. Her release was intense, her juices flowing freely, and I didn't waste a single drop. I made sure to lap up every bit, savoring the taste of her.
Only when she was completely spent did I stop.
Her body relaxed beneath me, her breathing heavy and uneven. I let out a low chuckle as she looked down at me, her eyes wide now with something new.
There it was-the shyness.
Now that the heat had subsided, reality began to settle in.
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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.