After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 120

Nora said nothing as she turned away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, but Arnold’s voice stopped her.

“Grandma knows about us getting a divorce.”

Nora stilled for a second before responding, her voice calm. “It’s good to know.”

At least now, there would be no more forced meetings, no more fake smiles, no more pretending, Arnold’s grandmother had always been the one pulling the strings, trying to orchestrate reconciliation between them. But now, with the truth out, that exhausting charade could finally end.

A faint sigh escaped her lips, but she said nothing more.

They left the hallway in silence, walking side by side yet worlds apart. The tension between them was almost tangible, filled with unsaid words and unresolved emotions.

As they neared the dining hall, Nora stepped on a puddle of water she hadn’t noticed. The moment her foot slipped, a sharp intake of breath left her lips, her body tilting dangerously to the side.

Before she could hit the ground, strong hands caught her.

Arnold.

His grip was firm but not rough, steadying her before she could fall.

For a second, she felt the heat of his touch, a reminder of how familiar this used to be. But the moment passed quickly.

Nora pulled away immediately, straightening herself with a muttered, “I’m fine.”

Arnold let go just as quickly, his expression unreadable.

Neither of them said anything.

But someone else had seen.

a cigarette when his gaze landed on

they barely spoke, yet there was something about them.

in their demeanor wasn’t just indifference–it was the kind of distance that

Linda more than once, and he had always assumed that Linda was the one Arnold wanted. But

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wasn’t so sure.

his cigarette, Dalton chuckled

Interesting.

arrived at the studio. She was ready to immerse herself in work, but the moment she stepped inside, she stopped

had been transformed.

over doorways, their scent mingling with the rich aroma of food. Handcrafted wolf shadow lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting intricate silhouettes along the walls. The long communal table was laden with festive dishes–wild game

in surprise. “Wow, that looks quiet an artistic work in

for a moment before realization dawned on his face.

soon?”

of the days, but of

winter’s harsh

of the pack.

People laughed, exchanged stories, and prepared for the night’s

in her chest.

celebration, momentarily pushing aside the thoughts that usually pressed at the back

the workday ended and the office celebration came to a close, Nora stepped out onto the

alive with the festival’s energy. Lanterns lined the pathways, their glow casting soft golden hues over the snow–dusted ground. Musicians

Celebration** was in full swing, and the

and music filled the night, blending with the rhythmic beat of drums that echoed through the heart of the festival. Street performers dressed in traditional wolf–patterned cloaks danced in elegant, fluid movements, reenacting ancient tales of

flushed from the cold, ran through the crowds, holding small wooden carvings

despite the festivity around her, Nora felt