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.

ignore it, pretend she wasn't home. But before she could move away, her mind-link rang. His voice, cool and steady, filled

home. Open the

twitched. She exhaled sharply

outside her apartment complex. The car

Alex ran up to her,

as Arnold stepped out, carrying

the kids," Arnold said as he reached her, his tone careful, “but Alex has been saying he misses you. And I have some things

Chapter 133

bite of sarcasm that slipped out, "You're the Alpha.

his expression shifting, Instead of irritation, he

Nora stiffened.

even after stepping down, his name still carried weight. Since joining the Werewolf Council, he had been even more elusive, rarely returning home unless

now, he

looking at Arnold, she turned to Alex. "Say goodbye to your

tension between them,

ran past her, something caught her eye-a small doll dangling from

Her heart clenched.

memory surfaced. A week ago, Abby had gifted her a

had kept the

struck Nora like a slap-sharp, unexpected, and impossible

its soft fabric slightly worn from handling. It was unmistakable. If the larger version remained in

been given to

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

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