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

Chapter 108

A second later, his shoulders slumped.

“Ugh. I didn’t get it,” he muttered dejectedly.

Sarah observed his disappointment. Harrison was usually cheerful, but now he looked genuinely upset. She hesitated for a moment before reaching into her bag, pulling out a sleek black–and–gold card. She handed it to him.

“Take this,” she said. “It should get you in.”

Harrison froze when he saw the card in his hand. His fingers tightened around its edges, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“This… this is a student card,” he murmured, then looked up at Sarah, his expression shifting from confusion to astonishment. “Wait, Sarah–are you even a student at Colton’s?”

Sarah met his gaze calmly and gave a small nod.

At that time, Professor Colton had promised to take her as his disciple.

She had worked tirelessly, gathering materials, preparing for several rigorous exams, and eventually regaining her qualifications for graduate school.

Her intention had been to further her education while continuing to work, and with this student card,

she had access to front–row seats in Colton’s lectures–no need to fight for a place like the other students.

But she didn’t explain all of this. Instead, she simply nodded again and said, “With this card, you don’t

have to scramble for a seat. It’ll let you sit in a decent position.”

Harrison let out a disbelieving laugh before clutching the card to his chest like it was a priceless treasure.

“Sarah, you’re officially my idol from now on!” he declared, eyes shining with admiration.

at his enthusiasm. She pulled up near the university

Don’t be

at her, practically bouncing in his seat. “You’re the best!” he shouted before jumping out of the car and rushing toward the campus building.

watched him disappear into the crowd of students before

but she didn’t dwell

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work to do.

in before Leo approached her, his sharp

good,” he remarked, his tone laced

let out a small sigh.

unconvinced.

was, but I’m better now,” she admitted,

“Then you should rest for

not necessary,” she countered, shaking her head.

her wouldn’t change anything.

loomed over them, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the golden hues

late afternoon

familiar and unfamiliar building, a place she hadn’t thought

her job until today – the studio had some credentials it needed to come

cool, air–conditioned

warmth outside.

polished wood and expensive cologne filled the space, and the soft murmur

the