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.

with a gentle but firm grip. Without looking in the direction he was pointing, she said smoothly, "The driver is waiting

furrowing. He looked again, scanning the faces in the crowd, but this time, he couldn't spot her. Maybe he really had imagined

Linda to

backs as they disappeared down the street, his mind swirling

as he was about to turn away himself, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar

Sarah.

She stood there, half-shielded by the passing crowd, her posture poised yet cold. But her eyes-her eyes were locked onto

slightly at the expression on

was no

if she were looking

He had known for a long time that Sarah

happened to the Clark family, how Linda's mother had played

been young,

more importantly, she had never harmed Sarah

contrary, it had always been Sarah

frowned as he turned

small bag of items-books and decorative crafts, no doubt picked with her

woman drowning in resentment. She looked composed. And yet, that chilling gaze she had given Linda just

exhaled sharply before speaking.

blinked, finally shifting her attention to him. "What do you

care about you. You mean nothing to her. And yet, you're still holding a grudge.

time, something flickered in Sarah's expression. It

It was amusement.