All Chapters of The One He Chose: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The bakery’s bell had only just chimed its first note when a sedan pulled up outside the apartment. Mr. Harold Walker still sitting, adjusting his tie with calm gestures. His hair gleamed in the sun, but there was a strong feeling behind his eyes—an anticipation sharpened by both admiration for Henry and a curiosity that refused to rest.He had promised himself so many times that he would meet Henry’s mother before Milan, not out of formality, but because he felt there was more to this young man than sheer brilliance. Wolves, even in exile, left trails, and Harold wanted to know what story had forged Henry’s resilience. Now he's here.Inside the apartment, Evelyn was already standing shocked. She had not slept much; her heart had raced since Henry mentioned Harold Walker’s request, and he is already here. It was one thing to live, hidden in Greyhaven, and another to open her wounds to a man of power. Yet she knew this day was inevitable. Shadows of the Blue Moon Pack had always lurke

A Mansion for the ExilesThe silence after Evelyn finished her story stretched long, filling the apartment like a fire. She had spoken for over an hour, her voice cracked at times, trembling at others, carrying the weight of years of humiliation, betrayal, and grief. Harold Walker had not interrupted once. He had sat there—hands folded, eyes moving from one corner of her face to the other. His shoulders tense—as though every word was chiseling something deep inside him.When she finally fell quiet, her hands resting in her lap and her already wet eyes fixed on the floorboards, Harold could not speak at first. His throat was dry also, clogged with emotions he had not expected to feel.Henry, who had joined them halfway through, stood silent behind like a statue, watching the noisy city outside. He had heard parts of the story before—his mother had told him pieces as he grew—but hearing it all laid bare, with such naive pain, made his chest feel as though it were splitting open.Harol

Harold Walker’s ConfessionNow the mansion is at peace, no neighbors shouting through walls. No dripping pipes. Only stillness and the rustle of the garden’s roses swaying outside.Henry was at the study, arranging his notes for Milan. He paused occasionally to glance at his mother as she moved about the kitchen, humming a habit she had abandoned years ago during their days of hardship, in love facades at the Blackwood Academy. Her humming was music to him now.At precisely nine o’clock, the doorbell rang.Henry looked up. “That must be him.”Evelyn froze, her hand tightening around the teacup she held. She had been expecting this visit, yet the thought of it sent a ripple through her. She knew Harold Walker as the General Manager, a man of smart intellect and authority. But she also knew him now as something more: a fellow wolf, someone who had once belonged to the Blue Moon pack but chose exile by another path.Henry rose to answer the door. Harold stood there, dressed in a dark su

Henry was upstairs that morning, reviewing notes for the already delayed Milan trip, but his presence lingered in every corner of the house—his laughter, his optimism, his resilience that always managed to mirror her own hardened edges. Harold Walker came in that morning again, he wants everything sorted out before the trip to Milan. a man whose composure rarely faltered. Yet day, there was too much in his shoulders, a shadow behind his calm eyes. He had been more than generous, giving them a mansion when life and three loves had handed them only suffering. But Evelyn sensed that behind that generosity lay something deeper, something personal—something bound she couldn't place her hands on.“You’ve carried this burden for years, Harold, and now, sitting here, I feel you want to let it out. You didn’t give us this home out of pity. You gave it because… you understand.”Harold sighed, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair. “You’re right, Evelyn. I’ve stayed silent for too lon

The Perfect OpportunityThe company buzzed with anticipation as the countdown to Milan began. For weeks now, every hallway conversation, every boardroom agenda, and every late-night email had circled around the conference—the most prestigious gathering of billionaires, innovators, and decision-makers in Europe. Deals worth millions would be signed there, reputations would be solidified, and alliances would be forged under the bright Italian lights.Yet, for Harold, the conference meant more than business. It was, in his heart, the stage he had chosen for something personal, something terrifying.Henry!The name sounds in his thoughts like a song he could not silence. Every day, as Henry prepared for the company’s representation, Harold’s admiration deepened into something dangerous. He had always been a man of discipline, the kind of leader who built walls around his heart to survive the harshness of both human society and his wolf heritage. But Henry, with his resilience and effortle