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

Chapter 138

Dalton relaxed slightly, grateful for the shift in topic. "Yes, I'm here to discuss a partnership with the head of STARLINE Studios."

Before the conversation could continue, Linda interjected, as if remembering something.

"Dalton, I'm actually launching a fashion brand soon," she said with an easy smile. "If you're interested, perhaps we could collaborate."

Dalton's heart leaped at the opportunity. A chance to work closely with Linda? He didn't need to think twice. "I'd be honored," he said immediately.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a hint of unease settled in his chest.

*Would Arnold see this as a provocation?*

After all, werewolves were notoriously possessive of their mates. Even if Arnold had never publicly acknowledged Linda as his, Dalton knew that there were certain unspoken boundaries when it came to pack dynamics.

Yet Arnold's reaction was unreadable. He merely nodded, his demeanor as calm as ever. If he felt anything about Dalton's sudden involvement with Linda's business, he didn't show it.

The tension ebbed slightly, and the evening carried on without incident.

After dinner, they stepped outside the restaurant to part ways. Dalton intended to return to his hotel, while Linda and Alex were preparing to leave as well.

Alex, however, had grown bored. He fidgeted beside Linda, glancing around idly, when suddenly his eyes widened.

Breaking free from Linda's grasp, he took a few quick steps forward, straining to see past the bustling crowd.

"I think I saw Mommy again!" he blurted.

looking in the direction he was pointing, she said smoothly, "The

He looked again, scanning the faces in the crowd,

allowed Linda to guide him toward

disappeared down the street, his mind swirling

as he was about to turn away himself, he suddenly caught

Sarah.

to approach. She stood there, half-shielded by the passing crowd, her posture poised yet

hitched slightly at the expression on her

was no warmth,

coldness, as if she were looking at an

for a long time that Sarah resented Linda,

was unnecessary. He knew what had happened to the Clark family, how

had been young,

importantly, she had

had always been Sarah who

frowned as he

there, holding a small bag of items-books and decorative crafts, no doubt picked

in resentment. She looked composed. And yet, that chilling gaze she had given Linda just moments ago still lingered

before speaking.

blinked, finally shifting her attention

his eyes. "She doesn't care about you. You mean nothing to her. And yet, you're still holding a grudge. Don't you think that's a little

time, something flickered in Sarah's expression. It wasn't anger. It wasn't

It was amusement.