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

Crippled Luna’s Farewell Hole A LIE

Chapter 98

Chapter 98

His brows furrowed slightly, a rare look of concern crossing his usually impassive face.

“You need to be more careful,” he said, his voice low. His grip was firm but not forceful, as if shielding her from further harm.

The brief silence that followed was filled with the subtle gasps of nearby guests, who had clearly taken note of the unexpected interaction.

Eyes darted between Arnold and Sarah, speculation flashing in their expressions.

But just as quickly as it had happened, Sarah pulled her hand away.

“I’m fine,” she said swiftly, avoiding his gaze. “It’s nothing serious.”

Arnold didn’t argue, though his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally let it go.

The murmurs around them didn’t subside immediately, but Sarah ignored them, willing herself to focus on anything but the lingering warmth of his touch.

Despite his earlier engagement in the conversation, Arnold did not linger long at the banquet.

After some time, he rose from his seat, his

seat, his movements precise and deliberate.

Before leaving, he turned to Sarah.

he asked,

“No,

as if he had already expected her answer.

by later to pick up Alex,” he added before stepping away.

simple statement, but to Sarah, it felt like another subtle reminder that Arnold had come tonight not out of his own will, but because Lancelot had likely instructed him

he walked away, his figure disappearing beyond the entrance

hotel’s entrance. The back door opened, and just as Cole was about

back into

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remained seated in his own vehicle, his gaze

about tonight felt off, an undercurrent of unease slipping through the cracks of

swift. The car’s taillights faded into the stream of city traffic, disappearing as efficiently

his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. His instincts told him that tonight’s events weren’t as simple as they

stood with Alex, waiting for Arnold to pick him up.

was crisp, and the glow from the streetlamps cast elongated shadows around

stretched, neither speaking until

he looked up at Sarah. His voice carried an uncharacteristic weight, as though he had

him, her expression unreadable. “What do you

you always called me every day. You used to ask where I was, what I was doing… but now you don’t.”

Alex had always been perceptive, but she hadn’t

said simply, her

moment, as if trying to determine whether that was the truth. But before he could press further,

vehicle came to a smooth