After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

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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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the World, the

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and headed

flowers, I spotted a figure on a bench, moving

piano.

I approached, I was taken aback to see Elizabeth, looking every bit like a

beauty left

almost a whisper. She looked up, her eyes

her voice steady

expect to see you here," I

was calm but revealing

was

had to go through extra work and deal with a

some extra money.

I said, trying to be sympathetic as I knew becoming

again, you'll save yourself a

too," she said, a sad laugh escaping her lips. "Do you what it was like to wake up early every day, prepare your breakfast, handle pack matters, and manage everything

waiter approached Elizabeth with

indicating we would continue this conversation

P.

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polished surface reflecting the faces of the audience

every rustle of fabric, every whispered word lost in the sea of

like a tangible force, but I

moment-a moment I

rang out, delicate

me, flowing through

of faces staring at

music, with the spirit of the composition that had long been my

and my escape.

of Aria in the crowd, her face twisted in

stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, the noise jarring against the

she blurted out, her voice cutting

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