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.

time she arrived at the modest home she once called her own, exhaustion weighed

her limbs.

travel and sleepless nights took their toll, and the moment she collapsed onto the bed, she

the first restful night

long battled with insomnia.

early days, it was Alex’s cries that kept her up..nights spent rocking him in her arms until

relentless

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

her, reminding her that as Luna,

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bone.

smiled, her pride shining through.

be proud of me as his

words felt hollow. Foolish, even.

the world seemed

the curtains, warming the room and her heart.

time in years, the weight pressing down on

house, sweeping

finished, her phone buzzed.

“Ding, ding”

skipped a beat.

phone alarm startled Sarah out of her

the purpose of that ringtone.. it was her

Alex.

back, sharp

day of Alex’s birth had been

her body trembling with exhaustion and pain.

stretched over twenty–four grueling hours.

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

miracle in itself.

came with a

the moment she first held him, frail but alive, Sarah had

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him, fussing over every detail, and

had been a playful child, constantly distracted by toys and games.

both as reminders and opportunities to chat, to check on his life, and to

wouldn’t forget to call, especially on days when exhaustion from work threatened to

those

to chatter endlessly, his sweet, childlike voice refusing to be the

even the smallest details that had made him

time, things

eagerness faded, replaced by short, distracted replies.

grew shorter, and his tone shifted from warmth to impatience.

sensed it then.. the growing distance.

mom, wasn’t he? Someone soft

patrol

need her anymore.

bitter smile tugged

deleted the alarm,

get out and

Meanwhile, across town

tore through his closet, tossing

shirt? The one I had custom–made last year?

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maid hesitated, wringing