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

Chapter 47

Sarah glanced at Megan, offering a perfunctory now.

Timm, I suppose,” she replied coolly, her tone dismissive.

She kept her eyes fixed on her notes, her hands busy arranging papers in front of her

That face, no matter how striking, had long since lost its charm for her.

To Sarah, it wasn’t about his looks anymore, the coldness that lay beneath his exterior had dulled arry allure he might have once held

Megan gave her a startled look, her brows knitting together.

“Really? You’re not even a little interested?”

“Nope,” Sarah replied simply, flipping through her notes,

The meeting commenced soon after. While Megan found herself stealing glances at Arnold, her thoughts meandering with curiosity and admiration, Sarah remained steadfastly focused,

She listened intently, occasionally jotting down notes with precision.

The discussions revolved around border patrol strategies, diplomatic relations, and an upcoming event that required coordination.

When the meeting finally concluded, Sarah stood, her hands moving deftly as she gathered the materials she had prepared.

As she handed them out, the beta Cody chuckled and remarked:

“Your notes are always spot–on, Sarah. Makes the rest of us look sloppy.”

faintly. “Just doing my part,” she replied, sliding a

in place, staring at the blank notebook in front

she realized she

her notes, and her

were not only comprehensive but also filled with terms and observations Megan couldn’t immediately

grasp.

reminder of just how demanding the role she was set to inherit

emptied, Megan turned to Sarah, her voice

it? You make this all look

Sarah replied

also studied diplomacy and mastered several languages to communicate with humans who cross our borders accidentally. It’s a lot

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at her,

had no idea you were juggling so much.” She hesitated before adding, “Are you sure I can handle this? You’re

there,” Sarah said, her tone firm but not unkind. “It

Cody approached. “Sarah, could you make some evening primrose tea and take it to Arnold? He

stiffened at the request.

Arnold flashed in her mind, and she shook her head. “No.”

surprise. “No? You’ve never refused

part of my job description,” Sarah replied

for a moment,

watched silently, her admiration for Sarah growing as she saw a woman who,

made the tea out of love, care, and