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

Chapter 35

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room as Sarah bustled around, preparing breakfast.

The smell of freshly toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air.

Alex slouched at the table, idly poking at his cereal with a spoon, his eyes half open, his mood as sour as the occasional grumble he let out.

He tossed the spoon in the bowl, his brow furrowed in some annoyance.

The training his father had set for him weighed heavily on his mind.

Alex wasn’t one to defy orders from his father; he wouldn’t dare. His mother, Sarah, was another matter altogether.

He had mastered the art of evading her gentle scolding and pretending not to hear her commands, but his father’s words were

law.

“Well, I don’t feel like eating breakfast, I’m going to go to the restroom and wash up.” Alex mumbled under his breath, lazily walking towards the restroom.

His actions mirrored his reluctance.

He wandered the corridors idly, like he was dragging something invisible with him, while leaving everything that needed to be dealt with to others.

“Mom!” he called out from the bathroom. “The water’s too cold. Can you adjust the temperature?”

Her voice floated back to him from the kitchen. “You’re old enough to do that yourself, Alex.”

“I’m already in here!” he retorted.

Moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed.

“Alex, you’re not a little boy anymore. It’s time you started doing these small things on your own.”

Her firm tone caught him off guard. He froze mid–grumble, staring at her as though she’d suddenly transformed into someone

else.

“But you always..”

interrupted, her voice softening as she glanced at her son. “But you’re

running out, and Alex knew it. His lips pressed into a thin

his tone tinged

son’s pleading eyes,

Just this once,” she relented, helping him gather his things.

Sarah inquired,

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and hopeful, an attempt to draw him out

to lift his head.

the urge to sigh and advised. “Eat a little something before school….. You look tired lately, I hope you’re adjusting

at this school for a while before and it was great.” Alex muttered, his tone clipped.

swirled his spoon in the cereal bowl,

doesn’t really tell me much.” Sarah pressed gently.

said it’s fine. Can we not do

his dismissal, but she pushed forward, determined to bridge the

know how things

do, Mom.” Alex snapped, finally looking

with irritation, and

deep breath, willing herself

just

he shot back. “You always ask a bunch of questions like it’s some kind of interrogation. Why can’t you

flinched but quickly masked her hurt.

care, Alex. It’s not about

I like talking to her way more,”

Sarah’s throat tightened.

she managed to keep her tone

not Linda. I’m your mom. And it’s my job to