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

Chapter 93

With a sigh, Sarah turned down the hallway, passing glass–walled offices where conversations hummed

in the background.

The walls were lined with framed posters, each one a reminder of past productions and successes.

A group of Interns huddled near the editing room, whispering excitedly over a storyboard.

Just as she neared her office, a familiar voice called out.

“Sarah ! Just the woman I was looking for!”

She turned to see Leo approaching with his usual energy. He was dressed in his signature half–polished, half–casual style–his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loosely around his neck. His grin was as infuriatingly smug as ever.

“What did I do this time?” Sarah asked, crossing her arms.

Leo placed a hand over his chest. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

“Experience.”

He laughed but then gestured toward his office. “Come on. I have something for you.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes. “If this is another prank-”

“No pranks. Just a surprise.”

With cautious curiosity, she followed him inside. As soon as she stepped in, her eyes landed on a neatly wrapped gift box sitting on his desk.

She stopped.

“What is this?” she asked, wary.

Leo smirked, leaning against the desk. “Guess.”

stepped forward slowly, fingers hovering over the

golden hue across the wooden table where the ornate gift box sat.

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crafted with exquisite detail–its dark mahogany surface gleamed under the light, intricate carvings of swirling clouds and mythical beasts adorning

moment before reaching out, her fingers brushing against

lid, a faint yet invigorating scent drifted into the air–a fusion of aged oak, delicate herbs, and

that spoke of time, of patience, of craftsmanship honed over

lid, and

watched her reaction with a small, satisfied smile.

gentle gaze held a quiet warmth, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as if pleased with himself for finding the perfect

he said, gesturing toward the pot, “is a full–moon herbal wine.

the most skilled winemaker in the tribe.” His voice carried a note of pride, but there was something else beneath it–a desire to see her

about such a wine before, but she never expected to see one in person.

processing the significance of the gift. “This is far too precious. I can’t accept it.”

tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable for a moment before he chuckled softly. “You’re already holding it,” he pointed out, teasingly.

free,” she said, shaking her head. “It wouldn’t feel right.”

looking for a gift for your grandmother. My grandfather loved collecting, and he had this stored away for years. He would be happy knowing it’s being given

lip, torn between

so valuable without

none. Just quiet sincerity and a hint of amusement at her internal

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pay you for it,” she said, her

slightly.

countered, just as

battle of wills. Finally, after a long pause, Leo exhaled through his nose and gave in

surprised. “Then what?”