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

Chapter 22

The maid hesitated for a moment before responding, “Luna?… She’s perhaps occupied with work?”

Half a month ago, when Sarah left with her luggage, this maid wasn’t present. She had only heard from the other servants that Luna had left the villa. Naturally, she assumed Sarah had gone on a

business trip.

But what’s taking her so long this time?

Arnold’s brow furrowed as mild irritation simmered within. He didn’t recall assigning her anything that required an extended trip. His thoughts paused midstream as an unsettling realization struck

him.

He knew absolutely nothing about Sarah’s whereabouts.

Where she went, what she did… he had never cared enough to ask. The agitation bubbling in his chest was unwelcome, and he tamped it down with practiced indifference.

“Help Alex change his clothes,” he instructed the maid curtly before retreating to his study.

As he shut the door behind him, a low, gravelly voice echoed in his mind.

“Arnold, you can’t go on like this,” his wolf, Enzo, growled.

Arnold sat at his desk, unmoving, as Enzo continued, “Haven’t you noticed? The bond with Sarah is

already fading. You’ve been unfaithful to her, shut her out completely, and severed your connectior

to her. If you keep this up, you’ll lose her for good.”

Arnold’s reply was as cold as the air around him. “And? I don’t care. It’s the Moon Goddess’s mistak

we’re mates in the first place. The sooner this bond disappears, the better.”

“You’ll regret this, egotist,” Enzo sighed, his voice fading into the recesses of Arnold’s mind.

The silence that followed was oppressive. Arnold stared at the papers strewn across his desk, an inexplicable frustration building within him. He tried to focus, but the emptiness of the house gnawed at him. Sarah’s scent, once omnipresent–a fresh, natural aroma of lily of the valley and freesia… was entirely gone.

That scent, warm and light as spring, had always calmed him in ways he could never admit. Now, matter how he strained to catch even a hint of it, it was as if it had never existed.

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A nameless anger surged in his chest. With a growl, te swept the documers oft kas desk, sending them scattering to the floor

phone,

“Hello? Linda…”

The next day

in the lobby of Silver Moon’s office building when

Sarah.

he remembered, her frame smaller, her posture lighter as if she carried some invisible burden. She was delivering some documents, likely a task she

she froze, clearly caught off

hardened into indifference. Without a word, he brushed past her, his cold demeanor creating an invisible wall

though, he couldn’t help but notice the change.

happened to her?

face lighting up with joy. Later, when his indifference became too obvious to ignore, she had grown quieter, more reserved,

But now?

before lowering her eyes. No excitement. No

one he resolutely chose to ignore. He

and left without a backward glance.

watching his tall, composed figure disappear behind the closing

think:

he’s back, perhaps the divorce can

of pain in her chest, but it

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Chapter 22

Later

at the data management office, knocking on the door to

cheerful voice

You’re finally

was Evelyn, Arnold’s life assistant. A young, stylish woman, Evelyn was balancing two empty cups in her

react, Evelyn shoved the cups into her hands

two cups of evening primrose tea and bring them to Alpha’s office?” she begged. “He only likes the tea

but didn’t argue. Evelyn offered a hurried word of thanks and disappeared

Sarah felt an old weight settle in her

water, Misty Flowers, and Evening Primrose, among other ingredients. The process was painstaking, but

Arnold loved it.

the recipe, even hiring a professional tea brewer to teach her. It was her way of understanding him better, of finding some small way to

him.

time, it

at home

it was a step toward earning a place

tea with practiced hands, a bitter realization

valued. Just

Perhaps, in Arnold’s opinion, she was no different from