Semua Bab The Alpha’s Contract Mate: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Chapter 161 : The Bloodline They Tried to BuryCamille’s POVThe pack house had become quieter around me lately.Or maybe I was simply hearing things differently now.Every hallway felt heavier. Every conversation sounded layered, as though people were always saying one thing while hiding another beneath it. Even the silence carried meaning now.I noticed everything.The elders lowering their voices when I entered a room.The way Aurora watched me from across gatherings, calm and composed, but too observant to be harmless.The way Theo kept looking at me lately when he thought I was not paying attention.And the strangest part of all?No one realized I had changed.Not fully.They still thought I was the same Omega who stood quietly beside walls and waited for others to decide her future.That version of me still existed on the outside.But internally…Something had shifted.I no longer moved through this place blindly.And the more I learned, the more dangerous the pack house began t

Chapter 163 : The Quiet IsolationCamille’s POVAt first, the changes were subtle enough to ignore.Small things.Almost harmless.A meeting moved to another room without notice.A discussion ending the moment I entered.Conversations stopping just long enough before continuing again.Individually, none of it meant much.Together…It meant everything.I noticed it fully during the second council gathering that month.Normally, Luna candidates and members connected to the Alpha household attended leadership dinners held in the western chamber, even if only as observers. I had been included several times before, especially after Theo publicly acknowledged me beside him.But that evening, no one came to call for me.At first, I assumed the schedule had changed.I remained in my room longer than usual, waiting quietly while servants moved through the halls carrying trays toward the western wing.The house was alive with activity.Voices echoed faintly downstairs.Guards rotated near the e

Chapter 165 Conversation The conversation with Theo changed something between them.Not visibly.Not in ways the pack could easily notice.But afterward, Camille understood something important.Theo was afraid.Not of her.Not even of the truth itself.He was afraid of what would happen once the truth became impossible to bury.And fear made people dangerous.Especially powerful people.For several days after their argument, Camille became quieter than usual.Calmer.More cooperative.When Theo questioned her whereabouts, she answered simply.When elders spoke around her during gatherings, she listened politely instead of challenging them.When Aurora appeared beside Theo during public events, Camille showed no visible reaction at all.No tension.No jealousy.No hurt.Just composure.The change relieved Theo more than he admitted aloud.At first, he watched her carefully, expecting resistance.He expected more questions.More distance.More quiet rebellion hidden beneath calm words

Chapter 167 : JealousyHas POVI stopped reacting the way I used to, not because I no longer felt anything, but because feeling everything out loud had become dangerous.In this house, emotions were never just emotions. They were information. They were weakness. They were leverage. And I had learned, slowly and painfully, that every time I showed what I felt, someone used it to decide something about me without asking.So I began to change how I existed inside the pack house.Not in a way that anyone could point at.Not in a way that would cause questions.I still woke up at the same time as before. I still moved through the corridors when I was called. I still bowed my head when expected. I still answered when spoken to.But something inside me no longer belonged to that rhythm.It stayed behind my eyes, quiet and observant, always watching instead of reacting.Even Theo noticed it.I saw it in the way his gaze lingered a little longer than usual when I passed him in the hallway. I s

Chapter 169 : The Weight of What Was HiddenCamille’s POVI could still hear the sound of the council elder’s voice long after the meeting ended.Not the exact words.Not even the accusations.Just the tone.Careful.Measured.Dangerous.The kind of voice people used when they were trying to control a situation without making it obvious they were afraid.And they were afraid.For the first time since arriving at this pack house, I knew that with certainty.Not because of my mistakes.Not because I was weak.Not because I was failing beside Théo.They were afraid because I had started seeing too much.The realization followed me through the corridors as I walked back toward my room that evening. The pack house was quieter than usual, but the silence no longer felt peaceful to me. Every hallway now felt layered with secrets. Every closed door felt connected to conversations I was never supposed to hear.The worst part was that I could no longer pretend ignorance made me safer.Because n