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Chapter 339 

THIRD POV 

For several seconds after Helen finished speaking, the room remained completely still. 

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Irene sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed loosely as she studied her mother. The quiet between them stretched just long enough for the weight of Helen’s words to settle fully. 

Helen still stood a few steps away, her posture composed, as if she had merely stated something practical and expected Irene to consider it rationally. 

But Irene wasn’t feeling particularly rational. 

Her jaw tightened slightly as she looked down at the floor for a moment before letting out a soft breath 

through her nose. 

Then she looked back up at Helen. 

“You know what?” she said slowly. 

Helen raised an eyebrow, waiting. 

“Maybe this was a mistake.” 

Helen frowned faintly. 

“What was?” 

Irene gestured vaguely toward the door Jeffrey had walked through only minutes earlier. 

“Bringing you here.” 

Helen’s expression stiffened slightly. 

“Irene-” 

“No,” Irene interrupted, shaking her head once. “Seriously.” 

She stood up from the bed now, running a hand through her hair as she began pacing slowly across the 

room. 

“I should have known better.” 

Helen watched her carefully. 

“What exactly are you implying?” 

Irene let out a quiet, humorless laugh. 

“I’m implying that I shouldn’t have insisted on you being here to meet Jeffrey.” 

Helen’s posture straightened slightly. 

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“That’s a rather dramatic conclusion.” 

“Is it?” Irene shot back. 

She stopped pacing and turned to face her mother fully. 

“Because from where I’m standing, this is exactly how I should have expected this to go.” 

Helen’s lips pressed together. 

“I simply voiced a concern.” 

“No,” Irene said immediately. “You decided you didn’t like him before you even gave him a chance.” 

“That’s not the only thing I said.” 

“That’s exactly what you said.” 

Helen’s gaze hardened slightly. 

“I also said I don’t trust him.” 

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“And why not?” Irene challenged. “Because you’ve never visited his pack? Because he grew up with his 

aunt?” 

Helen opened her mouth slightly, but Irene didn’t give her the opportunity to respond. 

“You barely know anything about him,” Irene continued, her voice rising slightly. “And yet somehow you’ve already decided there’s something wrong.” 

Helen inhaled slowly, clearly trying to maintain her patience. 

“I’m allowed to have opinions, Irene.” 

“Yes,” Irene said sharply. “You are.” 

She paused for a moment, studying her mother’s face. 

“And meeting your expectations has always been the easiest thing in the world, hasn’t it?” 

Helen’s expression darkened slightly. 

“That’s not what this is about.” 

Irene laughed again, though there was very little humor in the sound. 

“Oh, come on.” 

She folded her arms. 

“Meeting your expectations is practically the most impossible task anyone could take on.” 

Helen’s brows drew together. 

“I don’t appreciate that statement.” 

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Irene shrugged. 

“I know.” 

Helen’s voice sharpened slightly. 

“You’re being disrespectful… I’m your mother.” 

“And you’re being impossible,” Irene replied immediately. 

Helen took a small step forward. 

“I’m trying to look out for you.” 

Irene shook her head. 

“No,” she said firmly. “You’re trying to control me like you always do.” 

Helen’s eyes narrowed. 

“That’s not true.” 

“Isn’t it?” Irene asked. 

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Irene tilted her head slightly, studying her mother with a look that was somewhere between frustration and 

disbelief. 

“Because this feels pretty familiar.” 

Helen’s silence didn’t help her case. 

Irene continued before Helen could respond. 

“You’re probably right,” Irene said. 

That seemed to catch Helen slightly off guard. 

But Irene didn’t stop there. 

“You know what?” she said slowly. “You’re absolutely right.” 

Helen blinked once. 

“I am?” 

Irene nodded. 

“Yes.” 

Her voice was calm now, but there was an edge beneath it that Helen clearly noticed. 

“You said I should be more purposeful with my choices.” 

Helen watched her carefully. 

“Yes.” 

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“Well,” Irene said, spreading her hands slightly, “my brother seems to have mastered that approach, just like you said.” 

Helen’s posture stiffened slightly. 

“And maybe that’s exactly what I should do.” 

Helen’s brows pulled together. 

“I’m not sure I follow.” 

Irene smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“Maybe I should take a page from his book.” 

Helen tilted her head slightly. 

“What are you trying to say?” 

Irene held her gaze for a moment. 

“By being more deliberate with my own choices.” 

Helen seemed to relax slightly at that statement, clearly assuming Irene was beginning to see her point. 

But Irene wasn’t finished. 

“And a very good place to start,” Irene continued calmly, “would probably be learning how to stop letting 

your opinions influence my life.” 

Helen’s expression hardened instantly. 

“Irene.” 

But Irene had already turned away. 

She walked toward the door without hesitation, her steps firm against the floor. 

Helen watched her in disbelief. 

“Irene, we’re not finished with this conversation.” 

Irene paused briefly at the door. 

For a moment, it almost seemed like she might turn around. 

But she didn’t. 

Instead, she reached for the handle, opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway. 

The night air outside the packhouse was cool and still. 

Most of the lights inside the large building glowed warmly through the windows, but the grounds beyond 

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were quieter, shadowed by tall trees and the pale wash of moonlight. 

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Irene stepped out onto the stone path and closed the door behind her a little more firmly than necessary. 

For a moment, she simply stood there. 

The frustration from her conversation with Helen was still simmering beneath her skin, and even though she had walked away before things could escalate further, the tension hadn’t faded. If anything, it felt sharper now that she was alone with her thoughts. 

She inhaled slowly, letting the cool air fill her lungs. 

The night usually helped calm her. 

Tonight, it wasn’t working very well. 

After a moment, she began walking down the path that curved away from the packhouse and toward the open grounds beyond the yard. Gravel crunched softly under her shoes as she moved. 

She had barely reached the edge of the lawn when she noticed someone standing near the large tree a 

few yards away. 

Jeffrey. 

He had his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed as he looked out toward the dark stretch of forest beyond the clearing. 

For a second, Irene considered turning around and going in another direction to avoid a certain 

conversation. 

But Jeffrey had already noticed her. 

He glanced over his shoulder, his expression softening slightly when he recognized her. 

“I was wondering when you’d come out,” he said. 

Irene slowed her steps as she approached him. 

“You were waiting for me?” 

Jeffrey shrugged lightly. 

“Not exactly waiting,” he said. “Just expecting.” 

Irene nodded faintly. 

That part she understood perfectly. 

Jeffrey studied her face for a moment. 

“You look like you could use a walk,” he said casually. 

Irene hesitated for only a second before nodding. 

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“Yeah,” she admitted. 

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Jeffrey pushed himself away from the tree and gestured toward the narrow path that led toward the tree 

line. 

“Come on.” 

They began walking side by side, their pace unhurried as they moved away from the packhouse and toward the quieter part of the grounds. 

For a while, neither of them spoke. 

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but Jeffrey was observant enough to notice the tension in Irene’s 

posture. 

Her shoulders were slightly tight. 

Her gaze drifted forward rather than toward him. 

And she seemed… distracted. 

After a few minutes, he finally spoke. 

“I take it the talk with your mom didn’t go well?” 

Irene glanced at him briefly. 

“What makes you think that?” 

Jeffrey gave a faint smile. 

“You stormed out of the house like someone who just finished an argument.” 

Irene looked ahead again. 

“I didn’t storm out.” 

Jeffrey raised an eyebrow. 

“Alright,” he said mildly. “You exited with determination.” 

Despite herself, Irene let out a small breath that was almost a laugh. 

Jeffrey glanced at her again. 

“Want to tell me about it?” 

Irene hesitated. 

She opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again. 

Jeffrey noticed immediately. 

And because he was already beginning to understand Irene’s expressions, he didn’t need her to finish the 

thought. 

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“That too.” 

For a moment, they walked in silence again. 

But Jeffrey’s expression had shifted slightly. 

There was a trace of concern there now. 

“Irene,” he said after a while. 

She glanced at him. 

“Yes?” 

Jeffrey rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully. 

“There’s something I should probably say.” 

Irene slowed slightly. 

“What?” 

Jeffrey exhaled quietly before continuing. 

“If your family really doesn’t approve of me…” he began. 

Irene’s expression hardened almost immediately. 

“They don’t get to decide that.” 

Jeffrey raised a hand slightly. 

“I’m not saying they do.” 

“Because they don’t,” Irene said firmly. 

Jeffrey nodded calmly. 

“I know.” 

He paused before finishing his thought. 

“But if your family rejects this completely… it could cause problems.” 

Irene frowned. 

“What kind of problems?” 

Jeffrey glanced toward the packhouse in the distance. 

“You love your family,” he said. 

Irene didn’t deny it. 

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“And if they strongly oppose this,” Jeffrey continued, “even if you and I want the same thing, that kind of tension doesn’t just disappear.” 

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Irene was quiet. 

Jeffrey’s voice remained calm, but there was a seriousness beneath it now. 

“I’ve seen situations like that before,” he said. “Where a mate bond becomes… complicated.” 

Irene stopped walking again. 

Jeffrey turned to face her. 

“What do you mean, complicated?” she asked. 

Jeffrey hesitated slightly. 

“Where the bond itself isn’t the problem,” he said slowly. “But the people around it are.” 

Irene stared at him. 

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“If your family rejects me completely,” Jeffrey continued, “that kind of pressure doesn’t just affect me.” 

He met her eyes. 

“It affects you too.” 

Irene shook her head almost immediately. 

“You’re overthinking this.” 

Jeffrey didn’t argue. 

“I might be.” 

“But you are,” Irene insisted. 

She uncrossed her arms now, clearly dismissing the concern. 

“You’re talking like my entire family is against this.” 

Jeffrey tilted his head slightly. 

“Isn’t that the case?” 

“No,” Irene said firmly. 

She gestured back toward the packhouse. 

“Alexander is fine with it.” 

Jeffrey’s eyebrows lifted slightly. 

“Your brother?” 

“Yes.” 

Irene’s voice carried confidence now. 

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“Alexander’s opinion matters far more than anyone else’s.” 

Jeffrey listened quietly. 

“He’s my brother,” Irene continued. “He’s my Alpha.” 

Her gaze held steady. 

“And if Alexander has no problem with you being here… or us being together, then there is no real issue.” 

Jeffrey studied her face carefully. 

“And your mom?” 

Irene waved a dismissive hand. 

“That’s just Helen being Helen.” 

Jeffrey smiled faintly at that. 

“She can say whatever she wants,” Irene continued. “It doesn’t actually change anything.” 

She began walking again, clearly finished with the topic. 

“She’ll come around eventually.” 

Jeffrey followed beside her. 

“You’re sure about that?” 

“Yes.” 

Jeffrey watched her for a moment. 

Irene’s certainty seemed genuine. 

Completely unshaken. 

After a moment, he gave a small nod. 

“If you say so.” 

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