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.

home. But before she could move away, her mind-link rang. His voice,

you're home. Open

in her jaw twitched. She

rolled to a stop right outside her apartment complex. The car door

Alex ran up to her, his

faint smile as Arnold stepped out, carrying Alex's book

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

Chapter 133

help the bite of sarcasm that slipped out, "You're the Alpha. There's always plenty to do every

irritation, he

Nora stiffened.

after stepping down, his name still carried weight.

now, he was

said nothing at first. Then, without looking at Arnold, she turned to Alex. "Say

oblivious to the quiet tension between them, waved cheerfully

her eye-a small

Her heart clenched.

surfaced. A week ago, Abby had gifted her

She had kept the larger

a slap-sharp, unexpected, and impossible

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

been given

late afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting warm

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