After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

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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.

light a cigarette when his gaze landed on them. He exhaled slowly, watching the scene

they barely spoke, yet there was something

kind of distance that only came after once knowing someone deeply. A past that lingered,

seen Arnold around with Linda more than once, and he had always assumed that Linda was the one Arnold wanted. But now, watching the way Nora and Arnold stood so rigidly apart, yet somehow

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wasn’t so sure.

off his cigarette, Dalton chuckled to himself.

Interesting.

Leo arrived at the studio. She was ready to immerse herself in work,

had

from the ceiling, casting intricate silhouettes along the walls. The long communal table was laden with festive dishes–wild game stew, snowy mountain berry

blinked in surprise. “Wow, that looks quiet

froze for a moment before realization dawned

soon?”

track of the days, but of course, winter was at its peak.

from winter’s harsh survival to the promise of spring. It

enduring strength of the

everyone’s faces. People laughed, exchanged stories, and prepared for the night’s Moonlit

in her chest.

allowed herself to be swept up in the celebration, momentarily pushing aside the thoughts that usually pressed

to

casting soft golden hues over the snow–dusted ground. Musicians played lively tunes, children ran ahead of their parents,

Celebration** was in full swing, and the city pulsed

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

through the crowds, holding small wooden carvings

the festivity around her,