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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the World, the

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headed to the hotel

flowers, I spotted a figure on a bench, moving

piano.

was taken aback to see Elizabeth, looking every

left me

She looked

voice steady but

here,"

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

was surprised to learn she was performing at such a high

through extra work and deal with a lot of trouble just

some extra money.

as I knew becoming my Luna would be

you become my Luna again, you'll save yourself a lot

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 in

Elizabeth

up, indicating we

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gleamed under the soft lights, its polished surface reflecting

anticipation, every rustle of fabric, every whispered word lost in

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

my moment-a moment I

notes rang out, delicate and clear, and

enveloped me, flowing through my

no longer aware of the hundreds of faces staring at me, nor the grandeur

the spirit of the composition that had long

and my escape.

in the crowd, her face twisted in a mixture

floor, the noise jarring against

she blurted

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