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:

Silver

Nora.

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

moment, she froze, clearly caught off

a word, he brushed past her, his cold demeanor

though, he couldn’t help but notice the

to

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

But now?

his gaze briefly, her expression unreadable, before lowering her eyes. No

to ignore. He stepped into the elevator and left without a backward

figure disappear behind the closing elevator doors, could

perhaps the

was still a twinge of pain in her chest, but it was

Later

office, knocking on the door to deliver her documents, when

finally back!”

Chapter 8

Evelyn, Arnold’s life assistant. A young, stylish woman. Evelyn was balancing two empty

Evelyn shoved the cups into her hands with

two 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

but didn’t argue. Evelyn offered a hurried word

felt an old weight settle in her

simple task. It required pristine mountain spring 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

Arnold loved it.

great lengths to perfect the recipe, even hiring a professional tea brewer to teach her. It was her way of understanding him better, of finding some small

time, it

in the office. At the time, she’d been

the tea with practiced hands, a

valued.

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