After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 8

The maid hesitated for a moment before responding, “Luna?. She’s perhaps occupled with work?”

Half a month ago, when Nora left with her luggage, this maid wasn’t present. She had only heard from the other servants that Luna had left the villa. Naturally, she assumed Nora had gone on a business trip.

But what’s taking her so long this time?

Arnold’s brow furrowed as mild irritation simmered within. He didn’t recall assigning her anything that required an extended trip. His thoughts paused midstream as an unsettling realization struck him.

He knew absolutely nothing about Nora’s whereabouts.

Where she went, what she did… he had never cared enough to ask. The agitation bubbling in his chest was unwelcome, and he tamped it down with practiced indifference.

“Help Alex change his clothes,” he instructed the maid curtly before retreating to his study.

As he shut the door behind him, a low, gravelly voice echoed in his mind.

“Arnold, you

can’t go on like this,” his wolf, Enzo, growled.

Arnold sat at his desk, unmoving, as Enzo continued, “Haven’t you noticed? The bond with Nora is already fading. You’ve been unfaithful to her, shut her out completely, and severed your connection to her. If you keep this up, you’ll lose her for good.”

Arnold’s reply was as cold as the air around him. “And? I don’t care. It’s the Moon Goddess’s mistake we’re mates in the first place. The sooner this bond disappears, the better.”

“You’ll regret this, egotist,” Enzo sighed, his voice fading into the recesses of Arnold’s mind.

The silence that followed was oppressive. Arnold stared at the papers strewn across his desk, an inexplicable frustration building within him. He tried to focus, but the emptiness of the house gnawed at him. Nora’s scent, once omnipresent–a fresh, natural aroma of lily of the valley and freesia… was entirely

gone.

That scent, warm and light as spring, had always calmed him in ways he could never admit. Now, not matter how he strained to catch even a hint of it, it was as if it had never existed.

A nameless anger surged in his chest. With a growl, he swept the documents off his desk, sending them scattering to the floor.

Grabbing his phone, he dialed.

Chapter B

“Hello? Linda…”

The next day:

found himself standing in the lobby of Silver Moon’s office building when he

Nora.

her frame smaller, her posture lighter as if she carried some invisible burden. She was delivering some documents, likely a task

moment, she froze, clearly caught off guard.

hardened into indifference. Without a word, he brushed past her, his cold demeanor creating

he couldn’t help but

to

indifference became too obvious to ignore, she had grown quieter, more reserved, but her

But now?

unreadable, before lowering her eyes. No excitement. No lingering

chest, one he resolutely chose to ignore. He stepped into the

behind the closing elevator doors, could only

perhaps the divorce can

pain in her chest, but it was mingled

Later

on the door to deliver her documents, when a

You’re finally

Chapter 8

young, stylish woman. Evelyn was balancing

could react, Evelyn shoved the cups into her

cups of evening primrose tea and bring them to Alpha’s office?” she begged. “He only likes the tea you make, and I’ve gotten so much flak since you

offered a hurried word of thanks

cups, Nora felt an old weight settle

water, Misty Flowers, and Evening Primrose, among other ingredients. The process was painstaking, but the result was worth it–a crystal–clear silver brew with a mellow

Arnold loved it.

a professional tea brewer to teach her. It

a time, it

and in the office. At the time, she’d been overjoyed, believing it was a step toward earning a place in his heart.

tea with practiced hands, a bitter realization settled over

wasn’t her he valued. Just the

attitude remained indifferent. Perhaps, in Arnold’s opinion, she was no different from a servant who made good tea.