Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 17

The maid couldn’t suppress the frown tugging at her lips as she overheard the careless exchange

between father and son.

The **Silver moon Pack’s territory stretched vast and wild, but with such size came peril. Its borders, rugged and unforgiving, were a haven for rogues.. feral wolves lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Patrolling these borders wasn’t a task taken lightly.

It was grueling, treacherous work that most wolves avoided at all costs.

Yet, for nearly half a year, Luna had volunteered to shoulder the burden.

She braved those dangers without hesitation, enduring hardships few could imagine.

What’s more, Arnold and Sarah hadn’t seen each other in months.

The maid, ever loyal, spoke cautiously. “Alpha, you should contact her. Luna looked so sad when she

left…”

Arnold merely scoffed, his lips curling into a dismissive smile.

“Her wolf is too weak to take care of itself for a few days.”

Without another word, he turned and strode back to his den.

**Angry?**

The idea seemed laughable.

Sarah..the meek, soft–hearted woman who wouldn’t even raise her voice–angry?

Absurd.

Later, in the dim glow of his study, Arnold ran his fingers along the sealed envelope she’d left

behind.

He was just about to tear it open when his phone buzzed.

Linda.

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Without hesitation, he tossed the envelope onto the desk and answered the call

The conversation stretched longer than he’d intended, and as the minutes ticked by, the forgotten letter remained untouched.

A cool breeze slipped through the open window, stirring the paper until it fluttered silently to the floor, landing out of sight beneath the heavy wooden desk.

Arnold didn’t come home that night.

Far away, in the backseat of a car, Sarah counted her belongings.

She’d amassed a small fortune over the years.. not through luxury or privilege, but through hard, backbreaking work.

Devoting herself to the harshest and most exhausting tasks in the pack had left her with little time, or desire, to spend money.

Her expenses were limited to gifts.. thoughtful tokens for Arnold and Alex…and as a result, her savings had quietly grown.

Now, the balance on her card reflected several million dollars.

It wasn’t the wealth of an Alpha or Luna, but it was hers. Every penny hard–earned.

home she once called her own, exhaustion

her limbs.

took their toll, and the moment she collapsed

first restful night she’d had in years.

long battled with insomnia.

Alex’s cries that kept her up..nights spent rocking him in her arms until the

the relentless tension of border patrol.

attacks had left her nerves frayed, her body permanently wired for danger.

reminding her that as Luna,

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bone.

only smiled, her pride

to be proud of me as his mom,” she had said.

back, those words felt hollow.

the world seemed

as she pulled back the

the weight pressing down on her chest

the small house, sweeping away dust

as she finished, her

“Ding, ding”

heart skipped

her cell phone alarm

a moment before recalling the purpose of that ringtone.. it was her

Alex.

back, sharp

Alex’s birth had been harrowing.

delivery table, her body trembling

had stretched over

warned of the worst, yet against all odds, Alex had been

miracle in itself.

miracle came with a price.

she first held him, frail but alive, Sarah had been gripped by an overwhelming fear for

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into caring for him, fussing over every detail, and making sure he took supplements

child, constantly distracted by toys and games.

of him was through daily phone calls.. calls that served both as reminders and opportunities to chat, to

set alarms to make sure she wouldn’t forget to call, especially on days when exhaustion

upon a time, those calls had been

childlike voice

babble about his day, his friends, and even the smallest details that had made him laugh.

over time, things had

eagerness faded, replaced by short, distracted

and his tone shifted from warmth

sensed it then.. the growing distance.

wasn’t he? Someone soft

patrol duties.

wouldn’t need

bitter smile tugged at Sarah’s lips.

thought, she deleted the alarm, silenced her phone, and grabbed

to get out and

Meanwhile, across town

his closet, tossing clothes aside in frustration.

navy–blue shirt? The one I had custom–made last year? I need

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hesitated, wringing