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

Chapter 41

“You don’t have to worry, Alex is on the phone with his father and a lady he calls ‘Aunt Linde

The coach replied, “Could you hold on a moment while I go and inform Alex that you called tom

When Sarah heard the coach’s explanation, she was silent for a moment, realizing that Alex must be on the phone with best and Linda right now, forgetting about their appointment,

“That’s okay, no need to put him on the phone.” Sarah replied, “And no need to tell him 1 asked. Just pretend I didn’t make the call.”

By the time Alex hung up, the silence in the room felt heavier than usual

He glanced at his phone, half expecting a message or a missed call from Sarah,

There was nothing. His brow furrowed as a faint pang of disappointment settled in his chest.

Why didn’t she call again? Or at least text? It was unlike her,

He shook his head, brushing off the feeling.

Maybe she’s just busy, he reasoned, but the nagging unease lingered.

Later that afternoon, Sarah was at her desk, reviewing reports with Megan, her assistant.

The hum of the office filled the air–keyboards clacking, phones ringing, snippets of hushed conversations wearing into the background noise.

“Megan, double–check the delivery schedules for next week and email me an updated list,” Sarah instructed, ker tote professional but distant.

“Will do,” Megan replied, noticing the slight distraction in Sarah’s demeanor.

As Sarah began packing up her things, her phone buzzed.

her

grip tightened around the phone as

her unless there was something unpleasant

a deep breath, she swiped to

through, cold and clipped. “I’ve been trying to reach Harrison, but he’s not answering. I need to speak with him about something

wasn’t a request.

her tone polite but

snapped before abruptly ending the

Why does every interaction with her feel like walking into a

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it went straight to voicemail.

her worry mounting with

to ignore calls unless he was in trouble or doing something

third try, the call connected.

the sound of distant cheering filling

trying to reach you,” Sarah said, relief mingled with

the Full Moon Races,” he replied nonchalantly. “It’s insane here, Sarah!

her voice tinged with disbelief. “Harrison, Victoria’s been trying

He said excitedly. “You come along and

the line went

wasn’t interested in racing.

energy, the crowdsdead, it

when her phone buzzed, and an unfamiliar message popped up with the address of the race, she

a sprawling makeshift

activity, the glow of floodlights illuminating the

atmosphere was