Todos los capítulos de Hooking Up With Her Ex's Alpha Dad: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Adrian's POVI had been walking through VM Group's parking garage, car keys in hand, when the first wisps of smoke caught my attention. My visit to my father's office was supposed to be brief—a final conversation before I left for the extended business trip that would hopefully give both of us time to process everything that had happened between our family and the wreckage Nicole had left behind.As I approached the building's side entrance, the smell grew stronger, accompanied by the distant sound of something that might have been shouting from below ground level.That's when I saw her.Nicole emerged from the building's service entrance with movements that were too controlled, too purposeful for someone who should have been anywhere near VM Group's headquarters. She'd been banned from the premises after her arrest, forbidden from setting foot on company property under penalty of additional criminal charges. Yet here she was, moving with the carefu

Theo's POVThe VIP suite at the Hospital felt like a sanctuary carved from chaos, its pristine walls and medical equipment a stark contrast to the smoke-filled hell we'd escaped just hours before. I sat in the chair beside Claire's hospital bed, our fingers interlaced with the kind of desperate grip that came from nearly losing everything that mattered in the span of a single evening.The doctors had been thorough in their assessments. Claire's smoke inhalation was serious but not life-threatening, requiring oxygen therapy and careful monitoring for the next forty-eight hours. My burns were classified as second-degree across my shoulders and upper back, painful but manageable with proper treatment. We were both alive, both healing, both incredibly fortunate that the evening hadn't ended with body bags and a coroner's investigation.But it was the psychological aftermath that hit hardest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that basement corridor filled with smoke

Theo's POVI held my son against my chest, feeling years of accumulated anger and disappointment finally dissolve under the weight of genuine remorse and love reclaimed. Adrian's shoulders shook with the force of emotions he'd been suppressing for months, his tears soaking through my shirt as he clung to me.The embrace felt like resurrection. His tears weren't just grief for what he'd done—they were relief at finally being able to drop the defensive walls that had isolated him from the family he'd always belonged to."I thought things would never get better," Adrian whispered against my shoulder, his voice muffled but carrying the raw honesty that had been absent from our interactions for too long. "I thought I'd destroyed everything between us that could never be repaired.""You're my son," I said simply, my own voice thick with emotion as I held him tighter. "That bond doesn't break, no matter how many mistakes get made along the way. We find our

Claire's POVAdrian gathered his jacket from the chair beside my hospital bed, his movements carrying the quiet confidence that had replaced the defensive posture I'd grown accustomed to seeing from him over recent months. Our conversation about his European expansion plans had marked another step forward in the healing of our complicated relationship, and watching him walk toward the door with purposeful strides, I felt genuine hope that he was finally finding his own path."Take care of yourself, Claire," he said, pausing at the threshold with the kind of respectful concern that acknowledged our new dynamic as family rather than former lovers. "And thank you for giving me another chance to prove I can be better.""You already have," I replied, meaning every word. The man who had tackled Nicole in the parking garage, preventing her escape after attempted murder, bore little resemblance to the bitter ex-boyfriend who had enabled her campaign against me.H

Theo's POVThe reception hall buzzed with conversation and laughter as guests from across the world celebrated what many were calling the union of the century. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over tables laden with delicacies, while the orchestra played gentle melodies that encouraged intimate conversation rather than overwhelming revelry. Claire moved through the crowd with natural grace, her hand intertwined with mine as we accepted congratulations from pack leaders, business associates, and family friends who had traveled from across the continent to witness our mating.But it was the moment when my son rose from his seat at the head table that captured everyone's attention. The conversations that had filled the grand ballroom gradually quieted as Adrian stood, champagne flute in hand, his posture carrying none of the defensive tension that had characterized his public appearances for months. This was a different man than the bitter heir who had once seen Claire as a threat to