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

his phone,

“Hello? Linda…”

The next day

standing in the lobby of Silver

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 didn’t anticipate world bring her face–to–face with him.

brief moment, she froze,

a word, he brushed past her, his cold demeanor creating an invisible wall between

couldn’t help but notice the

happened to

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

But now?

before

he resolutely chose to ignore. He

without a

composed figure disappear behind the closing elevator doors, could

think:

back, perhaps the divorce can

pain in her chest, but it was mingled with

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Chapter 22

Later

the data management office, knocking on the

voice called out.

You’re finally back!”

young, stylish woman, Evelyn was balancing two empty cups in her hands as

the cups

office?” she begged. “He only likes the tea you make, and

a hurried word of thanks and

an old weight settle in

evening primrose tea was no simple task. It required pristine mountain spring water, Misty Flowers, and Evening Primrose, among other ingredients. The process was painstaking, but the result was worth it–a crystal–clear silver brew with a mellow

Arnold loved it.

a professional tea brewer to teach her. It was her

him.

time,

it both at home and in

toward earning a

the tea with practiced hands, a bitter realization settled

he valued. Just the tea.

opinion, she was no different