After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

Chapter 50

Leo's POV:

I was restless. My attempts to reach Elizabeth had been futile.

She had moved out of her old apartment and refused to answer my calls.

It wasn't about love or caring, but about duty.

She was supposed to be at my side, fulfilling her role as Luna at this prestigious event.

Dalia, my sister, looked at me with pity.

"If Elizabeth won't forgive you, you might be alone forever."

I had once been ashamed to have Elizabeth as my Luna, especially among werewolves who

scrutinized her lack of a wolf.

I had preferred Aria, but now I miss Elizabeth terribly.

Aria clung to my arm, her presence a constant reminder of what I had lost.

When I pushed her away, her surprise was evident.

The Alpha of the Oceanheart Tribe Nicholas, who had been in the middle of a serious discussion with me, was visibly upset.

"Well Mr Leo, you know a lot of your actions might have some serious consequences" he said bitterly.

"Consequences, like? I questioned back

"I have heard you are quite at peace with the border situation these days. Never think that it's always going to be the same. There can be a lot of tension on the border "

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This disgusted me beyond the core "so you will disrupt the peace? I got furious

To which he replied "if it is needed" He pointed with his eyes towards Aria.

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headed to

a figure on a

piano.

see Elizabeth, looking every bit like a vision

left me

whisper. She looked up,

she replied, her voice steady but tinged

didn't expect to see you here," I said. "What are you

preparing for something'.. She said, her voice was calm but

surprised to learn she was performing

assumed she had to go through extra work and deal with a lot of

some extra money.

sympathetic as I knew becoming my Luna would be a

if you become my Luna again,

you what it was like to wake up early every day, prepare your breakfast, handle pack matters, and manage everything in

Elizabeth with

stood up, indicating we would

P.

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piano gleamed under the soft lights, its polished surface reflecting the faces of the audience seated

every rustle of fabric, every whispered word lost in the sea of silence that stretched before

the weight of their eyes on me, pressing down like a tangible force, but I steeled myself, my fingers poised above

moment-a moment I had

fingers descended, the first notes rang out, delicate and clear, and the world around

enveloped me, flowing through my veins, guiding my every

hundreds of faces staring

with the music, with the spirit

and my escape.

in the crowd, her face twisted in a mixture

chair scraping against the floor, the noise jarring against the serenity of the

she blurted out, her voice cutting through the

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