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

Chapter 147

Chapter 147

The phone call had drained the last ounce of Sarah's patience.

She had spoken wearily, telling Alex to ask his father. She wasn't available.

That should have been enough, but Alex, as persistent as ever, refused to give up.

"But where are you now?" he pressed. "Can I come find you?"

She sighed, rubbing her temple. He was too young to remember the exact address of her new home.

Even if he did, she didn't want him showing up unannounced.

"No, Alex," she said firmly. "I'm resting, and tomorrow I have to go visit Grandma." Without waiting for another plea, she ended the call.

The exhaustion clung to her as she returned home. She barely had the energy to change before collapsing onto her bed, sinking into a sleep so deep it felt like she had stopped existing. When she finally woke, it was to the sharp chime of the doorbell.

Dazed, she glanced at the clock. Nine in the morning. Who on earth...?

Then, the intercom buzzed. "Miss Sarah, you have a visitor," the property owner informed her.

She moved toward the window and peeked through the blinds. A familiar black car was parked downstairs. Arnold.

Her first instinct was to ignore it, pretend she wasn't home. But before she could move away, her mind-link rang. His voice, cool and steady, filled her head.

know you're home. Open

twitched. She exhaled

apartment complex. The car door swung open, and a small figure burst

to her, his face beaming.

faint smile as Arnold stepped out, carrying Alex's

careful,

the bite of sarcasm that slipped out. "You're the

of irritation, he said

Sarah stiffened.

after stepping down, his name still carried weight. Since joining the Werewolf Council, he

now, he was

without looking at Arnold,

to the quiet tension between them,

her, something caught her eye-a small doll dangling from his

Her heart clenched.

a pair of dolls-one large, one small. She had

like a slap—sharp, unexpected, and impossible to

the small doll, now dangling from Alex's bag, its soft fabric slightly worn from handling. It

been given to

Even as the late afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting warm golden hues over the room, the air between

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