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

Chapter 126

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Arnold’s eyes. He had expected this answer, yet it still unsettled him. But he didn’t show it. Instead, he simply nodded and pulled out his phone. He dialed Sarah’s number.

No answer

Arnold exhaled sharply. He knew she would ignore him.

He narrowed his eyes, then unleashed his Alpha ability, forcing a mind–link with her. His voice, steady and firm, echoed in her mind: **Alex has a stomach bug. He wants to see you.”

On the other side, Sarah had just finished discussing the final details of a cooperation deal when the message struck her consciousness. Her heart clenched involuntarily.

Alex was sick?

She gripped the edge of the table, a sudden wave of worry washing over her.

No matter what had happened between her and Arnold, Alex was still her son. If he was unwell, she couldn’t just sit back and ignore it.

“I’ll go back now,” she responded through the link.

She could almost feel Arnold’s presence fade the moment she answered, as if he had been waiting just to hear those words.

When Sarah arrived at the villa, the familiar scent of the place hit her instantly.

She had spent years here, yet tonight, it felt different–like stepping into a house that no longer belonged

to her.

Arnold was waiting for her when she stepped inside. Their gazes met briefly, but neither of them spoke more than a few polite words. The tension between them was unspoken but heavy.

Pushing it aside, Sarah went straight upstairs to Alex’s room.

He was asleep, his small frame curled under the blanket. His chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted as he breathed. Even in sleep, he looked fragile.

on the edge of the bed and

presence, Alex stirred. His eyelashes

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he saw her,

he gasped, immediately sitting up and throwing his arms around her.

him tightly, stroking his back in slow,

back slightly and looked up at her.

the maid bring up something to eat.”

shook his head. “I only want to eat what you make.”

“Next time, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it

face fell in disappointment, but then he quickly nodded. “Okay… but

Arnold, who was watching quietly from the doorway. There was something in his expression that

back to Alex and squeezed his hand. “I’ll

to

about little things that had

have a drawing competition! I made a car with wings! You know,

that book we read

listened patiently, nodding along, feeling a warmth in her chest she hadn’t felt in a

has some things to do later,

gave her a look. He didn’t say

volumes.

wasn’t as subtle. His smile

got back, and now you’re leaving again?” His

frustration bubbling up. “I don’t want

Sarah hesitated.

could stay the night. There