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.”

him, then back at the box. She stepped forward slowly, fingers hovering over the ribbon. Then, taking a breath, she reached for

streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden hue across the wooden table where the ornate

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box itself was crafted with exquisite detail–its dark mahogany surface gleamed under the light, intricate carvings of

for a moment before reaching out, her fingers brushing against

air–a fusion of aged oak,

of time, of patience,

carefully lifted the lid, and her breath hitched.

her reaction with a small, satisfied

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

toward the pot, “is a full–moon herbal

brewed on the night of the full moon, using the rarest ingredients gathered from the mountains, and prepared by the most skilled winemaker in the tribe.” His voice carried a note of pride, but there was something else beneath it–a desire

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

the gift. “This

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

said, shaking her head.

My grandfather loved collecting, and he had this stored away for years. He would be happy knowing it’s being given to someone who truly values

torn between

receiving something so valuable without

any hint of insincerity, but there was none.

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let me at least pay you for it,” she said, her

slightly. “That’s

I insist,” she countered,

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

surprised.