AFTER I LEFT, ALPHA 133

Chapter 133

The phone call had drained the last ounce of Nora's patience.

She had spoken wearily, telling Alex to ask his father. She wasn't available.

That should have been enough, but Alex, as persistent as ever, refused to give up.

"But where are you now?" he pressed. "Can I come find you?"

She sighed, rubbing her temple. He was too young to remember the exact address of her new home.

Even if he did, she didn't want him showing up unannounced.

"No, Alex," she said firmly. "I'm resting, and tomorrow I have to go visit Grandma." Without waiting for

another plea, she ended the call.

The exhaustion clung to her as she returned home. She barely had the energy to change before collapsing onto her bed, sinking into a sleep so deep it felt like she had stopped existing. When she finally woke, it was to the sharp chime of the doorbell.

Dazed, she glanced at the clock. Nine in the morning. Who on earth...?

Then, the intercom buzzed. "Miss Nora, you have a visitor," the property owner informed her.

She moved toward the window and peeked through the blinds. A familiar black car was parked

downstairs. Arnold.

before she could move away, her

know you're home.

She exhaled sharply before heading for

a stop right outside her apartment complex.

ran up to her, his face beaming. "I'm

out,

her, his tone careful, “but Alex has been saying he misses you. And I have some things to take care

Chapter 133

that slipped out, "You're the Alpha. There's always

Instead of irritation, he said simply, "My

Nora stiffened.

a presence so commanding that even after stepping down, his name still carried weight. Since joining the Werewolf Council, he had

he was

first. Then, without looking at Arnold, she turned to Alex. "Say goodbye

them, waved cheerfully at Arnold before

her eye-a small doll dangling from his book

Her heart clenched.

week ago, Abby had gifted her a pair

She had kept the larger one, and the

struck Nora like a slap-sharp, unexpected, and

Alex's bag, its soft fabric slightly worn from handling. It was unmistakable. If the

given to

between them. Even as the late afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting warm golden hues over the room, the air between mother

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