Hooking Up With Her Ex's Alpha Dad のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Claire's POVAs I made my way through VM Group's parking garage, my mind still buzzing with the day's breakthrough calculations. The project was progressing beyond even my most optimistic projections, each successful trial bringing us closer to revolutionizing werewolf neurological treatment. My research bag felt lighter despite being stuffed with papers and data drives—success had a way of making even the heaviest burdens seem manageable.I was fishing for my car keys when movement in my peripheral vision made me freeze mid-step. Across the street, visible through the garage's open-air design, was the small outdoor café that had become popular with local business professionals. The warm glow of string lights created an intimate atmosphere among the scattered tables, and it was there, at a corner table partially hidden by a decorative planter, that I saw something that made me stop in my tracks.Adrian and Nicole, sitting together at an outdoor caf&

Nicole's POVThe café had been the perfect choice for this particular performance—intimate enough to suggest genuine reconciliation, public enough to ensure witnesses if anyone questioned our renewed association. I sat across from Adrian, watching him nurse his coffee with the careful attention of someone still processing recent emotional upheaval, and felt a familiar satisfaction at how easily he remained susceptible to the right combination of vulnerability and strategic timing.Three weeks of careful absence had been exactly what the situation required. Long enough for his anger about our explosive breakup to cool into something manageable, brief enough that he hadn't moved on to any other romantic entanglements that might complicate my plans. The calculated withdrawal had allowed me to assess the situation from a distance, plan my approach with surgical precision, and return at the exact moment when his loneliness would make him most receptive to recon

Claire's POVThe laboratory fell silent except for the hum of equipment and the soft clicking of keyboards as my team absorbed the devastating news displayed across every computer screen in the room. The press release from Pills Pharmaceuticals blazed across medical news websites like a declaration of war, each word carefully crafted to deliver maximum impact to both the scientific community and our corporate rivals."BREAKTHROUGH ACHIEVEMENT: Pills Pharmaceuticals Announces Revolutionary Treatment for Eclipse Syndrome. Clinical Trials to Begin Immediately with FDA Fast-Track Approval Expected."I stared at my monitor, reading the announcement for the third time as my mind struggled to process what should have been impossible. Eclipse Syndrome—the rare neurological condition that affected werewolves' ability to maintain human form during stress—was exactly what our synthetic protein research had been designed to treat. It was the cornerstone of our e

Claire's POVThe story was everywhere. No one was even talking about the fact that PIlls pharmaceuticals had announced a stolen success.By the time I forced myself to walk through VM Group's lobby, the scandal had metastasized across every conceivable media platform with the viral intensity that only the most sensational betrayals achieved. News websites, social media feeds, industry publications, even entertainment gossip blogs—all of them featuring my face alongside headlines that painted me as the ultimate corporate traitor.I was branded as more than just a spy. I was a calculating criminal who had systematically destroyed the trust of everyone who had believed in me. The public opinion that had once hailed me as a promising scientist, a breakthrough researcher whose innovations would change werewolf medicine, had turned against me with vicious force that felt like a physical assault on my soul.The harassment was a thousand times worse than an

Claire's POVThe drive to my childhood home felt like traveling backward through time, each familiar street corner marking another step away from the life I'd built and toward the sanctuary of unconditional love that had shaped my earliest years.I sat in my car for several minutes before summoning the courage to walk up the front path, my hands trembling as I carried the single suitcase that contained what remained of my independence. The weight of public humiliation pressed down on my shoulders like a physical burden, making each step feel like an insurmountable effort. How could I explain to my mother that her daughter—the one she'd raised to value integrity above all else—had been branded a corporate traitor by the entire werewolf community? She probably knew and that was why shed been trying to communicate.But when the front door opened before I could even knock, my mother's reaction was immediate and unambiguous. She took one look at my tear-s