Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Chapter 161 The Silence That Broke Her

Freya

"What are you thinking about?"

At noon,a hand landed gently on my shoulder,pulling me out of the fog that had settled over my mind. I blinked,startled to find myself still in the office,my screen glowing with unread reports.

"Nothing important," I said with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

My colleague—a Beta wolf from the Silver Crescent sub-pack—arched an eyebrow,trying to mask the way she subtly scented the air between us. I knew what she was doing. All of them did. Wolves were attuned to emotional changes in scent,and mine had shifted in a way that couldn’t be hidden. The bond had been severed. The emptiness it left behind had its own smell—faint,metallic,hollow.

She hesitated before asking softly,"Not calling your daughter today?"

My throat tightened. I forced myself to keep typing. "No. Not anymore."

Two simple words,but they landed like stones.

For years,I’d called Isabella twice a day—once at one in the morning,matching her breakfast time in the Northern Territory,and again at noon to hear her talk about school,the pack,the small things that filled her world. It had been our ritual.

Everyone in the office had known about my "mystery child," though not her father’s identity. They didn’t know that Isabella’s father was our company’s Alpha investor—the very man who had once promised me forever. That secret was one I’d protected fiercely,allowing my daughter to grow up with some semblance of normalcy.

But that part of my life was gone now.

When the clock hit six,I left work on time for the first time in months. The sunset washed the city in hues of gold and smoke. I stopped by the grocery store to pick up vegetables,tea,and—after a moment’s hesitation—a small potted wolfsbane plant.

The cashier,another pack wolf,noticed. His gaze flicked to the plant,then to me,and he quickly looked away. He knew what it meant. Wolfsbane could dull the pain of a severed bond if brewed right—never enough to numb it completely,but enough to make it bearable.

I thanked him quietly and headed home.

The new apartment was small but full of light. My old home with Silvano had been vast and luxurious,but sterile—a place that never felt entirely mine. Here,the scent of fresh paint mingled with the herbs I’d placed by the window. For the first time in a long while,the space felt... peaceful.

After dinner,I sat by the window with my laptop,scrolling through the latest updates about the upcoming technology expo. The exhibitor list was long,full of names I hadn’t seen in years. The sight brought a strange ache of nostalgia—and something else. Determination.

I picked up my phone and dialed an old number.

"Please reserve a ticket for me for next month’s tech expo," I said once the line connected.

Silence. Then a familiar voice,cold and edged with disbelief. "Are you serious this time,Freya?"

I closed my eyes. "Yes."

A sharp exhale came from the other end. "The last two times you asked,I saved a spot and you didn’t show up. Do you know how many wolves dream of getting those tickets? You just wasted them."

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