After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 121

Before Nora could react, Abby broke free from Cole’s grip and ran straight into her arms.

Nora caught her easily, surprised but touched by the enthusiasm.

Cole approached with a small smile. “We’re here for the festival. Abby wouldn’t stop talking about the Moonlit Rite tonight.”

Abby pouted up at Nora, her big eyes full of unspoken hope. “Come with us?”

Nora hesitated.

She hadn’t planned on staying. Festivals weren’t the same anymore. She didn’t want to be surrounded by people and

reminded of what she had lost.

But then she caught something in Cole’s expression.

He had been watching her.

Not in a way that was intrusive, but in a way that told her he had noticed. He had seen her walking alone in the crowd, surrounded by laughter yet untouched by it.

Had he followed her intentionally? Something about the way he stood there, the quiet patience in his gaze, made her suspect that he had. And the strange thing was… she didn’t mind. Nora looked down at Abby, whose small hands clung to her coat.

Maybe, just for tonight… She could pretend.

She could be a part of something again.

A sudden surge of acceptance came through and she was about to say ‘Yes‘ to their kind offer that suddenly something stopped her words in the mouth…

figures appearing in the

than Arnold, Linda, and Alex

them. Her breath hitched,

his presence commanding without effort. Beside him, Linda looked radiant under the soft glow of the ceremonial fires, an effortless smile gracing her lips. But it was Alex–the boy who once clung to Nora without hesitation–who truly made her

held Linda’s hand.

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edges of her

his expression, no sharp intake of breath or visible reaction, yet somehow, she knew he had taken

he spoke, his voice deliberately steady, as if coaxing her attention back.

what they had been talking about. Her mind struggled to reorient itself, to pull away from the unexpected sight in front of her.

expectantly, waiting

Nora exhaled quietly.

no reason for

“Alright, Let’s go.”

comment, nor did he linger. With an easy grace, he matched her pace as they made their way to the heart of the celebration.

White furs draped over wooden structures, pine boughs

of the hunt–the way wolves stalked, ran, and struck their prey. Each step was powerful, precise, embodying the strength

the music and energy of

noticed Cole stepping slightly closer until he spoke

to take some

was simple, casual, but it made her

an anchor, a reminder that she

moment of hesitation, she nodded. “Alright.”

near the backdrop of falling snow and flickering flames.