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!”

there was no

tried mindlinking her, but her

screen, a lump forming

voice cut through

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

her.

taken aback by

into you?” she murmured, watching as

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of feet coming towards the kitchen, and there she

between mother and

the old lady greeted, her voice

replied, trying to

lady asked, referring to Alex’s father.

for some

a flicker of understanding passing through her

her focus shifting to

quiet breakfast, the duo made their way to

they prepared to leave, Alex suddenly announced, “I need to use the restroom. Wait here.”

bolted back Into the house, leaving his phone on

to life. The screen lit up,

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

simple: “Don’t worry about yesterday.

caught Sarah’s attention, it was the conversation history

drive to the practice field was quiet, except for the occasional hum of the car engine.

Alex in the passenger seat, his eyes glued to his phone,

small smile played on his lips, the kind she hadn’t seen

recalled the messages she had accidentally seen earlier. Alex, who had been so cold and dismissive toward

warmth and care,