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

Chapter 36

“It’s nothing!” he said hastily, pinning it to his shirt with practiced precision.

Sarah tilted her head, curious. “Nothing, huh?”

“It’s from Aunt Linda.” Alex admitted reluctantly, his tone softening as he stared at the badge.

The corners of his lips lifted into a rare smile.

“She gave it to me last week. I’m wearing it to cheer her on tonight at the Full Moon Speed Race.”

The mere thought of the race seemed to light a spark in Alex.

He straightened his posture, his earlier grumpiness momentarily forgotten.

But the flicker of happiness dimmed when he realized something.

Aunt Linda hadn’t called him yet today.

She was usually quick to reply to his texts, often sending him playful voice messages or sharing her plans for the day.

Alex’s chest tightened. Was she angry with him?

The memory of yesterday’s argument resurfaced, gnawing at his mind.

He’d accidentally spilled juice on her prized racing gloves, and although she’d laughed it off at the time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she might be upset after all.

Frantically, he grabbed his phone and sent her a string of texts:

“Aunt Linda, are you mad at me?”

“I’m sorry about yesterday!”

“I like you more than Mom, okay? Don’t be angry, please!”

but there

mindlinking her, but her side remained eerily silent.

a lump

voice cut through his

over, and Alex shoved the room door open, storming out. “You’re so

her.

taken aback by his sudden

murmured, watching as he

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a sound of feet coming towards the kitchen, and there she was, Sarah’s mother in law,, her

interaction between mother and son.

old lady greeted,

trying

the old lady asked, referring to Alex’s

left last night for some

old lady’s lips thinned, a flicker

said nothing more, her focus shifting to Alex, who sat sullenly at the table.

quiet breakfast, the duo made their way to the

to leave, Alex suddenly announced, “I

the house, leaving his phone on the passenger

later, the device buzzed to life. The screen lit up, displaying a

the phone. She knew it wasn’t her place to look, but curiosity got the

simple: “Don’t worry about yesterday. I’m not mad. See you tonight“.

the text itself that caught Sarah’s attention,

practice field was quiet, except for the occasional hum of

passenger seat, his eyes glued to his phone, his fingers tapping away

kind she hadn’t seen directed at her in weeks.

seen earlier. Alex, who had been so cold and dismissive toward her, had been

texts to Linda were brimming with warmth and care, something he no longer