All Chapters of My Alpha Mate Wants An Open Relationship: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Theo POV "That's not romantic, Theo. That's possessive and controlling." "I know," I admit again. "Everything about this is wrong. Everything about what I feel for you goes against everything I should be feeling. But I can't stop it. I can't turn it off." We stand there in the silence of her small apartment, the air thick with charged pheromones. I came here meaning to... what? I don't even know anymore. I came here burning with jealousy and rage, and now all I feel is shame and regret. "You should go," Camilla finally says, but her voice wavers. "I should," I agree. But I don't move. Neither does she. "Why did you come tonight, really?" she asks softly. "Why did you drag me away from Diego?" I should lie. I should tell her it was pack business but I find myself confessing. "Hector asked me to talk to you, to convince you to give him another chance." The confession tastes bitter. She scoffs, something ugly flickering in her orbs. "He's my son, Camilla. I promised him I'd

Camilla POV "Logan?" My voice is hoarse from all the crying."What are you doing here?"" I came to see you about the favour you asked. But that's not important right now." His eyes scan my face, taking in the tears, the devastation. "What happened?"His questions is all it takes for whatever fragile control I'd managed to regain to shatter completely.Logan doesn't hesitate. He sits down beside me right there in the hallway, pulling me against his chest. I sob into his shirt.I hate how weak I am getting but I can't stop myself either."It's okay," he murmurs, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. "I've got you. Just let it out."So I do. I cry until my throat is raw, until my head pounds, until there's nothing left inside me but emptiness. Logan holds me through it all, not asking questions, not offering empty words, just being there.When my sobs finally subside into hiccupping breaths, Logan gently helps me to my feet."Come on," he says. "Let's get you inside."I unlock

Logan POV Theo swallows."I never meant…" His voice is rough and strained."Never meant what?" I challenge. "Never meant to hurt her? You never meant to confuse her,to fuck up her life every time you decide you can't stay away?""It's complicated," Theo says, and that makes my fury spike even higher."It's not complicated!" I roar. "Either you want to be with her or you don't. Either she's worth fighting for or she's not. But you don't get to keep doing this.You don't have the right to keep showing up when it suits you, sleeping with her, then disappearing because it's too hard or too inconvenient or whatever bullshit excuse you tell yourself." I spat."You don't know anything about my situation," Theo shoots back, his own anger finally surfacing. "You don't know what I'm dealing with.""Then enlighten me," I snap. "Tell me what's so fucking important that it's worth destroying someone as incredible as Camilla. Tell me what duty or responsibility is more important than the woman you

Camilla POVI bury myself into work as if staying busy enough will keep the memories at bay.It works and for some hours, I stop thinking about it all.I attend to waiting patients, handle lab tests where necessary.The routine should be comforting, familiar. But sometimes, it feels hollow, like I'm going through the motions while some essential part of me is missing."Dr. Camilla?" Sienna calls, appearing at my elbow as I'm updating a patient file. "You've been staring at that same page for five minutes."I blink, looking down at the chart in my hands. She is right. I haven't written anything."Sorry," I mutter. "Just distracted.""Is everything alright?" Her voice is gentle, concerned. "You seem... off today."Off? That's one way to put it. Shattered would be more accurate. Broken and confused. Angry at myself for being weak enough to let Theo back in, angry at him for leaving, angry at the entire situation."I'm fine, Sienna," I say."I just didn't sleep well."She doesn't look co

Camilla POV At 7:00 PM exactly, my doorbell rings.I smooth down my dress and open the door.Diego stands there with a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a gift bag in the other. He has changed into dark slacks and a white button-down and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows."You didn't have to bring anything," I say, but I am smiling as I take the flowers."I wanted to," he replies, stepping inside. "A fresh start deserves fresh flowers." I smile at that.I lead him into the kitchen, finding a vase for the flowers while he sets the gift bag on the counter."What's in the bag?" I ask curiously."Wine," he says. "And dessert. I stopped by that Italian bakery you mentioned liking and got us some tiramisu."My heart squeezes. He remembered. It was such a small detail from a conversation weeks ago, and he remembered."That's perfect," I tell him. "I'm making pasta. Nothing fancy, just…""It smells amazing," he interrupts, moving closer. "What can I do to help?"We fall into an easy rh