All Chapters of BREAK ME KNOT: An Omegaverse Quarterback Romance: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Maeve’s POV The law firm occupied the entirety of the eighth floor of a meticulously restored brick and granite building in Georgetown. It featured polished white marble floors that amplified the sound of every footsteps and the specific, filtered, icy air-conditioning of a professional workspace that took its own institutional mission very seriously. I walked through the heavy glass double doors on the very first Monday morning of June, smoothed down the front of my tailored charcoal trousers, and experienced an internal sensation I had not felt since my initial week at Northeastern University. For the first time in months, I felt like I was standing precisely where I was supposed to be on the map. The work assigned to the summer associates was entirely real. There were no dummy files or hypothetical law school prompts designed simply to keep us occupied until the clock ran out at five o'clock. We were handed active federal cases, actual constitutional research, and dense stacks of

Declan’s POV The temporary sublet apartment Maeve had rented was roughly the exact physical size of an NHL penalty box. It cost approximately three times the monthly financial amount it should have by any logical standard of real estate, and the old bathroom shower possessed only two distinct operational settings: absolute freezing ice or skin-scalding steam. Despite those architectural flaws, I woke up every single morning on that cramped mattress next to her and knew with absolute certainty that I would have gladly paid twice the rental price for the sheer privilege of the location. That arrangement defined our entire summer in the capital. It consisted of six remarkable weeks of something I had not experienced since our early days in the Providence apartment—having her present as a daily, undeniable fact of my existence rather than an event on a calendar that occurred twice a month. She departed the sublet for her law firm promptly at eight o'clock every morning, which left me

Declan’s POV I managed to hold my composure together completely through the entire napkin conversation, through the remainder of our dinner, and through the rest of the quiet evening. We sat together on the living room couch doing the exact thing we always did—her immersed in her legal files and me reviewing the team playbooks, neither of us offering a single word regarding the massive professional agreement we had just reached. I held the composure together right up until the moment she finally fell asleep against my shoulder. She fell asleep the exact way she always did whenever she was utterly exhausted—rapidly and completely, like an internal switch had been flipped to off. Her face went entirely still and soft against my chest, losing that rigid, controlled quality she always maintained when she was actively managing her environment. I lay there in the dark with her physical weight pressed firmly against my side, the bond delivering the slow, rhythmic cadence of her breathing

Maeve's POVShe called me into her office right at the tail end of the day, which was a clear indicator that Morrison wanted a substantive conversation rather than a routine professional interaction. I walked down the carpeted corridor, my heels clicking softly against the floor, and stepped into her chambers. I took a seat across from her massive wooden desk in the chair that was deliberately, noticeably slightly lower than hers—a psychological positioning I was certain she utilized with every clerk, counsel, and petitioner who entered her orbit.I settled into the lower seat, smoothed the fabric of my skirt, and waited.She did not speak immediately. Instead, she adjusted her posture, leaned back slightly, and looked at me over the rim of her glasses for a long, measuring moment. The silence in the room was heavy, dense with the accumulated weight of decades of constitutional history and the quiet scrutiny of a Supreme Court justice who missed precisely nothing."Are you bonded?" sh