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

Chapter 50

The sound of a door opening startled him, and he shot up, hope lighting his face. “Mom?”

But the figure stepping through wasn’t Sarah.

Arnold entered, his broad shoulders casting a shadow against the hallway light.

Alex’s face fell slightly, disappointment etched in his expression.

“It’s just you,” he murmured, his tone soft but unmistakably let down.

Arnold crouched to meet his son’s eyes, his voice firm yet comforting.

“Your mother is busy tonight, Alex. But she’ll pick you up from school tomorrow.”

Alex’s frown eased a little at the reassurance, though his pout lingered. “She’s coming for sure?”

“For sure,” Arnold said, ruffling his son’s hair. “Now, off to bed, young man. No more waiting up.”

With a heavy sigh, Alex trudged to his room, his small footsteps echoing down the corridor.

Once the door to his room clicked shut, Arnold straightened, his calm demeanor slipping just slightly as he rubbed the back of

his neck.

He walked to his study, the quiet house enveloping him.

Settling into the chair behind his desk, he flipped open a file of work papers but found himself unable to focus.

Sarah had been gone too long.

The next morning, Alex was up earlier than usual, excitement buzzing through him.

choosing his favorite shirt,

barely touched his food, craning his neck toward the

Alex,” the maid said kindly, “you’ll need your strength for the day.

was

disappointment from the

and Alex planted himself by the window,

be here soon,” he murmured to himself, his small fingers drumming

his mother, of having her attention again,

he was

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at the villa she had called

hadn’t faded; the walls

everything felt

that

villa

those walls had walked out, leaving behind

open the heavy

living room, standing near the large windows with his back

cast a soft glow

as he heard her enter, his

moment, neither

was heavy, a mixture of familiarity and a distance that neither could bridge easily.

speak, but before he could, the sound of small, hurried footsteps filled

Alex’s voice rang out as he bounded down the staircase.

herself before Alex flung his arms

mumbled,

him close and running her fingers through his

missed you too, sweetheart,” she said softly,

pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes bright. “Will you eat breakfast