Todos los capítulos de My Best Friends Dad Is My Second Chance Mate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Vanessa’s POV Frustration and anger simmered between us, palpable in the charged atmosphere as we stood locked in a battle of wills. "I'm not going back to Blood Moon Pack to be your slave," I declared, my voice trembling with defiance. "I refuse to work like a slave when I'm your mate." Alpha Alexander's gaze hardened, his jaw set in a firm line. "You can do anything you want, Vanessa," he retorted, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "But you're still my personal maid until I say otherwise." His words hung heavy in the air between us, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. I gritted my teeth, my resolve hardening even as my heart pounded with frustration. "That's not fair," I shot back, my voice rising with indignation. "I won't be treated like some servant while you get to dictate everything." But Alpha Alexander remained unmoved, his expression unwavering. "Fair or not, that's the way it is," he stated firmly. "You're mine, Vanessa. And you'll do as I say

Alpha Alexander’s POV The familiar sights of Blood Moon Pack greeted us as we descended towards the runway. The private jet smoothly touched down on the tarmac, the airport in Blood Moon Pack efficient and well-maintained, despite its smaller size compared to bustling human airports. As we taxied toward the terminal, I glanced out the window, taking in the familiar surroundings of our pack territory. The lush greenery of the surrounding forest stretched out as far as the eye could see, a testament to the untamed beauty of our land. Stepping off the plane, I welcomed the crisp, fresh air of the pack lands, a refreshing change from the artificial confines of the aircraft. Around us, pack members bustled about, going about their daily routines with a sense of purpose and determination. Despite the allure of the old ways, I was determined to embrace modern technology and infrastructure within the pack, ushering in a new era of progress and innovation to keep Blood Moon Pack at the

Alpha Alexander’s POV I headed towards the office where Cassie was already waiting, her poised demeanor ready to brief me on the day's meetings and tasks. Despite her efficiency, my thoughts were elsewhere. Since returning from Canada, Vanessa’s absence weighed heavily on me. Days had passed without a glimpse of her, and the uncertainty gnawed at my thoughts. I couldn't shake the unease, the sense that something vital was missing. It puzzled me. Why did her absence affect me so deeply? In Blood Moon Pack, I had deliberately kept my distance from her, wary of the risks our connection might pose in the human world. Yet now, her absence left a void I couldn't ignore. As Cassie began detailing the day's agenda, I struggled to focus, my mind consumed by an inexplicable longing for Vanessa’s presence. I missed our usual banter, the light-hearted exchanges that preceded settling on tasks, just for the fun of it. Despite longing to see Vanessa again, a part of me hesitated, cautiou

Vanessa’s POV The days slipped by in a haze of repetitive routines, each blending into the next without distinction. My interactions with Alpha Alexander remained perfunctory and distant, confined mainly to the office where we maintained a professional but chilly rapport. Occasionally, I glimpsed my father as he engaged in secretive discussions with Alpha Alexander, consumed by pack matters that held little interest for me. His aloofness towards me stung, a reminder of our strained relationship exacerbated by my departure from the pack. Refusing to engage with him on any personal level, I kept my distance, preferring to observe silently as he navigated the intricate politics of pack life. While others revered him, I harbored a different sentiment, feeling estranged yet oddly liberated by my detachment. Meanwhile, the pack buzzed with excitement over Alfie and Emily's impending wedding. The mansion echoed with chatter about the upcoming celebration, from the venue and decora

Vanessa’s POV The hours dwindled down to the wedding day, and I found myself deeply immersed in the final preparations of the banquet hall. Alpha Alexander had entrusted me with the crucial task of ensuring every detail was flawless, and I was determined to excel despite my lack of prior event planning experience—except for the opening of my tattoo shop. Dressed for comfort in slacks, a white button-down shirt, and sneakers, I moved through the hall with purpose, directing the staff efficiently. The tables were meticulously arranged, each adorned with elegant centerpieces of flowers and candles. Adjusting the seating cards precisely, I made mental notes of last-minute adjustments—adding some guests, removing others—reminded of the people I had unintentionally overlooked. Soft, romantic lighting bathed the room, complemented by gentle music playing in the background to set the mood. A band positioned discreetly in the far corner awaited the bride and groom's first dance—an ens