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

Chapter 63

Arnold sat at his desk, staring at the flickering screen of his computer.

The office was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers and the soft hum of air conditioning.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of his mug as he reflected on what had happened a week ago.

Sarah had walked into his office, her face flushed with frustration.

She had been struggling with her workload, feeling overwhelmed, and Arnold, in a moment of impatience, had suggested that maybe she should just quit if she couldn’t handle the pressure.

At the time, it seemed like the right thing to say.

It was supposed to be a push, a way of motivating her.

But now, with the silence in the office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d pushed too far.

He hadn’t heard from Sarah since then.

A week had passed, and while Arnold had assumed she would return to work by now, there had been no sign of her.

He’d almost convinced himself that it was just a temporary tantrum, a flare–up of emotions that would settle in due time.

But deep down, he wasn’t entirely sure.

The thought that she might not come back gnawed at him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to leave–it was more that he hadn’t really expected her to go.

from his desk,

the

without Sarah’s presence, but he had work to

the shelf, filled it with warm water, and poured a small amount of moonwort tea

the earthy scent filled the air, he took a sip, his thoughts lingering

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she’s just taking her time, he thought, “She’s probably dealing with things on her own. She’ll be

back.*

Starline, the

her desk, completely immersed in her

she needed to think things through, and now she was back, not only ready to work

taken on a large project, one that

a complicated piece of work that usually took him nearly a

quiet determination, had managed

she clicked “send” and forwarded the completed work to her colleague Maks, she leaned back in her chair, her eyes closing for a moment as

her all. There was no way to

furrowing as he skimmed through the

page, his eyes widened, his jaw

you got it all done?” he stammered,

over her desk. “Do you see any changes that need to be

through

something incomplete, perhaps

saw was a polished, professional piece of work–better than what Drew

but

eyebrows, looking at Sarah with

do it. This