All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rosalie’s POVTHREE MONTHS LATERThree months had passed since Caleb and I broke up.And I was still far from healing.A lot changed after I returned from Berlin. A different me returned, though there were certain fragments of the old me that remained.There were mornings when I woke up and reached for my phone, hoping to find a message from him. There were nights when I dreamed about us—I even saw his wolf once and woke up feeling foolish for forgetting, even for a few seconds, that we were no longer together.Sometimes, I wondered whether he had tried to find me.I asked myself whether he had asked Nate where I went, whether he had searched for my name on social media, or whether he had simply continued living as though I had never existed.There was Emily too.She had been my best friend, the one person who knew every secret I carried and understood everything about me. It was such a shame, then, that the one secret I kept from her destroyed us so badly that I was now afraid of see

Caleb's POVNot a day had passed without me thinking about Rosalie since Berlin.And I thought about her through everything. I thought about her through the meetings I attended, saw her name in documents I signed, wished I had her by me with decisions to make, and felt her absence like a missing tooth in a mouth full of teeth.The worst part for me was that everything between us had passed like a blur, until it was three months since I last saw her, and I was still trying to understand how a woman who had once occupied so much of my life could disappear from it so completely.At my age, I had experienced enough disappointment, grief, and personal failure to understand that life did not always give a man what he wanted. I had learned to accept unpleasant truths, make difficult decisions, and continue moving even when I would have preferred to remain where I was.I had done all of that before Rosalie.I had been perfectly capable of living without her before I knew she existed.Yet, so

Emily’s POVMany things had haunted me since I returned from Berlin.There was the estrangement from my Dad. We remained together, and still called each other father and daughter, but it was pretty much like broken glass that can never truly be mended. I still felt detached from him.I also felt that he still loved Rosalie.He had appeared to be gloomy and absent-minded since we returned, and I hated the thought that sometimes told me that it was all my fault, that their lies to me didn't matter much and I should have forgiven them and left them happy.But I did nothing until my Dad left her. What I used to console myself when my mind went in this direction was that they were the ones who lied, and the ones who ended things. None of it was my fault.There was Rosalie, too, who I had only seen twice. All from afar.And I instantly turned away because I did not want to have to face things that I had tried so hard to put behind me.There was the part of me adjusting to the Pack. Many

Rosalie’s POVOnly one good thing happened within those three months.I could say that it saved my life, because I became something else after Berlin without even being able to see that I was going down a spiral.It became something of a routine to always keep a bottle of whiskey handy, so much so that I even had a glass waiting on my bedside table if I needed a sip in the middle of the night. With it, I would drink enough to help me lose control and become drowsy enough to want to fall asleep, wake up with a hangover, and force myself to go to work.Then at work, I made sure I talked to nobody.They had already done all they wanted.What else did they want that they hadn't already had?I was becoming more miserable, without knowing until the morning I received a departmental email.It was meant to be some sort of briefing for any students interested in entrepreneurship and business development, but there was also some important information to be passed at the same meeting, as they sa

Emily's POV I found out all I wanted to about my mother, quite alright.After meeting with Thomas, I simply involved myself more in Pack activities. That, on its own, had both good and bad effects for me.The good side was that Nathan and I were spending more time together.Naturally, he was the one who was my guide to the werewolf lifestyle in the city and the activities held to keep the Pack in one place, and I put pressure on him to escort me to those places. So he was with me at every werewolf meeting masked as a party, at every festival, and every gathering.And everyone thought it was good for him.The comments mostly revolved around:“Nate Stevens. It's good to finally see you with somebody.”“You've got your cousin for company, but that's good enough.”“At least you've finally got company.”It let me figure out that Nate liked being alone, which was absurd. He was good-looking and perfect to me. He was not starved of female attention—many Lunas had thrown themselves at him r