Todos os capítulos de Hooking Up With Her Ex's Alpha Dad: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Theo's POVThe morning after Claire's triumphant presentation, I sat in my office reviewing the board's enthusiastic feedback when Charles knocked on my door. His expression was grim—the look of someone bearing news he knew I wouldn't want to hear."Come in," I said, gesturing for him to close the door behind him. "What did you find?"Charles settled into the chair across from my desk, a thick folder in his hands that I suspected contained information that would make my blood boil. "The investigation into Nicole Montgomery's hiring is... complex, Alpha.""Complex how?""She was recommended through official channels," he began carefully. "Dr. Garrick on the board of directors personally vouched for her credentials and suggested her for the research position. Her qualifications are legitimate."I leaned back in my chair, already sensing where this was heading. "But?""But the timing is suspicious. Her application was submitted sho

Nicole's POVThe failure of my presentation sabotage had been a humiliating wake-up call. Watching Claire deliver that flawless board presentation, seeing the executives hang on her every word while I sat powerless in the observer section, had ignited something darker and more determined within me. If subtle undermining and digital warfare weren't enough to bring down the precious little Omega, then it was time to escalate to more direct action.The clinical trials announcement had been the final straw. Not only had Claire survived my attempts to destroy her professionally, but she was now being handed the most prestigious assignment in the company's research division. Leading clinical trials for Eclipse Syndrome treatment—it was the kind of career-defining opportunity that researchers spent decades working toward, and it was being given to someone who had been with the company for less than a year.All because she was fucking the Alpha.The injusti

Claire's POVThe computer screen blazed with angry red warnings as the simulation completed its analysis. CRITICAL FAILURE flashed across the display in bold letters, followed by a cascade of alarming data points that made my stomach drop. The compound we had nearly proceeded with wasn't just ineffective—it would have become violently unstable under laboratory conditions.I stared at the results, my hands trembling slightly as the full scope of what we'd almost done sank in. The simulation showed that within thirty minutes of mixing, the altered formulation would have generated toxic byproducts and potentially explosive reactions. We weren't just looking at ruined research—we were looking at a scenario that could have seriously injured or killed members of my team."My God," Dr. Patricia breathed, leaning over my shoulder to read the simulation output. Her face had gone ashen as she processed the implications. "Claire, if you hadn't caught this...""The entire lab could have been evac

Theo's POVThe next night, the soft glow of Claire's desk lamp cast gentle shadows across the research floor as I made my way through the darkened corridors. It had become my ritual—these late-night checks to ensure she wasn't pushing herself beyond her limits. Tonight, however, the usual sounds of her keyboard clicking or equipment humming were absent, replaced by an unusual silence that quickened my steps.I found her exactly as I'd feared I might.Claire had fallen asleep at her workstation, her head pillowed on a thick stack of research papers, blonde hair spilling like silk across the white pages. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind of exhausted sleep that spoke of someone who had finally reached the end of their reserves. One hand still clutched a pen, as if she'd been taking notes right up until consciousness abandoned her.My chest tightened at the sight.I approached slowly, not wanting to wake her from what was probably the fi

Claire's POVThe rest of the workday passed in a suffocating haze of isolation. Every time I entered a room, conversations would halt mid-sentence, creating pockets of uncomfortable silence that followed me like shadows. Colleagues who had previously offered friendly greetings now averted their eyes, suddenly finding their paperwork fascinating whenever I approached.The transformation was swift and complete. A colleague, who usually chatted about weekend plans while we waited for the coffee machine, now hurried away the moment he spotted me. Suki from accounting, who had complimented my research presentation just last week, practically fled when I tried to make eye contact in the hallway.It was the silence that hurt most. Not cruel words or confrontational accusations, but the absence of normal human interaction. The way conversations died when I entered the break room, how people suddenly remembered urgent tasks elsewhere when I sat down. The careful space ot