บททั้งหมดของ Rejected, I Mated With Ex's Father: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

CLAIRE'S POV:I stood frozen, because I couldn't believe what just happened before my eyes. My heart hammers in my throat.Did Adrian really attack Nicole for my sake?Adrian turned to me, and for a second he looked… protective. “You okay?”“I—” My voice sounded small. “Yes. Thank you.”He wiped his hands on his trousers, then offered me a half smile that’s more tired than kind.“You should drive safely,” he said. “Don’t be out here alone at night.”“I didn't expect Nicole to lay an ambush for me,” I said, my hands still trembling.“Let me walk you to your car,” he insisted. “I’ll wait until you leave.”“I don’t want trouble,” I said. “I don't want Nicole to misunderstand me again.”“Are you afraid of her?”I shook my head. “No I'm not

CLAIRE'S POV:This was the first day I stepped my feet into Valmont Clinic. The clinic smelled new—fresh paint, disinfectant, and a faint trace of herbs I had brought from the lab. My office wasn’t as big as the lab, but it was quiet, private, and had everything I needed. I had a desk. A treatment cot. Cabinets with vials of the experimental drug. And the soft hum of machines we installed to monitor vitals.I had barely finished arranging the patient charts when the nurse knocked and poked her head in.“Doctor Claire, your first patient is here.”I felt a tightness in my chest. First patient. First real test outside the lab.“Alright,” I said, forcing a calm smile. “Bring him in.”The door opened and in walked a man who looked like life had chewed him up but not spat him out. He was tall, shoulders still broad, but his eyes were tired. His skin had that pale, grayish tone that came with Luna Ec

CLAIRE'S POV:I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of the week pressing down on me. My desk was still cluttered with patient files, blood test reports, and little sticky notes I’d scribbled on in a rush. For the first time in a long time, I actually felt… accomplished. Wolves who had been laid up with seizures, breathing issues, and the wild side effects from Ridgeway’s fake cure were now walking again, smiling again, hugging their families again. Some had even come back to the clinic with baskets of fruit or flowers just to say thank you.It felt good, but I didn’t let myself soak in it too much. I had more work to do. Always more work.The door creaked open, and when I looked up, Adrian strolled in. He was in a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging loose. His face carried that usual mix of charm and boyish arrogance, but something in his eyes softened when they landed on me.&l

CLAIRE’S POV:The wind has grown sharp, brushing cool against my skin as I leaned against the railing of Theo’s rooftop terrace. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, not just because of the chill, but because Theo stood so close I could feel the heat of him everywhere.“Why do you always look like you’re about to run?” Theo asked, his voice deep, husky, like it belonged to the night.I let out a small laugh. “Maybe because whenever I’m near you, my heart’s always racing. Running feels like the most logical thing. Especially since you would rather leave me hanging.”Theo smirked, but his eyes were serious, molten gold in the moonlight. He reached out, his knuckle brushing my cheek. “Oh, somebody is not happy with me.”“You left me hanging. You said you preferred me needy,” I admitted, barely above a whisper. “Well, running seems the only logical option.”He tilted his head, studying me. “What if I bend you over and fuck you senseless right now, Claire?”My lips parted, but I didn’t

CLAIRE'S POV:Luna Roanna smiled warmly when she saw me.“My dear Claire,” she said, reaching for my hand. “You’ve done something remarkable. The entire Valmont Pack is proud of you.”I smiled shyly. “Thank you, Luna. That means a lot coming from you.”Theo’s mother hadn’t always been fond of me, but ever since the truth about the drug leakage came out, she’d changed. She treated me with a level of respect that almost made me emotional.As the luncheon went on, waiters served food, the orchestra played soft music, and people took turns making short speeches. I barely touched my food; my stomach was too tight with nerves.Finally, Theo stood up and walked to the stage. He took the microphone, his voice calm but commanding.“Good afternoon, everyone,” he began. “Today isn’t about me or Valmont Corporation—it’s about a woman whose hard work, i