The Breaking Point of Mate: Giving Up on My Alpha
But then I thought about her shattered mental state, and the director's warning echoed in my head: "No visitors she recognizes, or we risk a total breakdown."
My hands shook violently against the steering wheel.
In the end, I didn't get out of the car. After idling at the gate that represented both her prison and her protection for a long time, I pulled a sharp U-turn and headed back to my cold, empty apartment.
I locked myself in my room and buried my head in AI model code.
Only these dry, emotionless data points could make me forget the suffocating bitterness tightening in my chest.
I don't know how much time passed, but the LA skyline was already glowing outside my window when my comm-sto