The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1746

Andrew’s tone grew somber when he brought it up, and I suspected that Shirley had said something to Veronica, fueling her dissatisfaction with how Andrew had handled the situation.

In essence, Veronica’s dissatisfaction with Andrew led her to create constant obstacles for him.

To help Andrew rid himself of the troublesome Shirley once and for all, Andrew and I decided to flaunt our affection for each other at the party.

However, I had my own ulterior motive.

As the alpha of the Thorn Edge Pack, Caleb lingering in the witch clan for too long was a thorny inconvenience.

Even though I aimed to mend our fra

ctured bond, I still yearned to assist Andrew in getting rid of Shirley before departing.

That would be the most profound gift I could bestow upon him.

After all, Andrew had been exceptionally considerate towards me these past days.

I didn’t want to be indebted to him more than necessary.

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“Must you leave?”

Caleb’s voice pulled me from my reverie.

I met his gaze, searching for words but replaceing none.

In the end, I simply nodded.

Seeing my determination to risk my life, Caleb grew visibly anxious.

“Debra, why are you so devoted to Andrew? To help him, you would willingly endanger yourself.

Why?”

I sensed his genuine concern for me, but some challenges couldn’t be sidestepped.

I gently smoothed the furrow between his brows and embraced him.

Resting against his chest, I whispered soothingly, “Caleb, don’t fret.

I’ll be cautious.

Moreover, the gathering will draw many attendees.

Even if Veronica wields great power, she won’t dare act against me in public.

”

Debra’s POV:

Despite my earnest efforts to console Caleb, he still couldn’t accept that I needed to attend the party with Andrew.

He pulled away from my embrace and, in a voice thick with emotion, declared, “I understand that you’re willing to go to great lengths for Andrew, but don’t expect me to understand your decision.

I cannot permit you to go!”

Caleb moved to a seat by the window, staring at the manor’s nightscape, lost in thought.

Whatever occupied his mind remained a mystery to me.

I wanted to speak, to offer some solace, but I decided to grant him a moment to process his feelings.

Any words from me now would fall on deaf ears.

After a prolonged silence, Caleb’s voice, now subdued, broke through.

“I brought you some food.

It’s on the table.

You used to like it.

”

I was momentarily taken aback and turned to look at the food on the table.

I hadn’t realized he had brought in food earlier.

A wave of warmth washed over me.

Despite his anger, Caleb’s concern for me was evident.

Though I had already had dinner, I didn’t want to appear ungrateful, so I approached the table and sat down.

Surveying the array of food before me, I quietly expressed my gratitude.

Caleb neither responded nor turned to acknowledge me.