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

Chapter 150

Josiah, still scrolling, dismissed it. "Come on, we need to get back to the manor." Victor didn't argue. But the thought stuck with him.

The Manor:

By the time Josiah and Victor arrived at Lancelot Manor, the evening had settled

in fully, wrapping the grand estate in a warm glow of lantern light.

The manor was alive with murmured conversations, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the occasional sound of distant laughter.

Elegant chandeliers cast a golden hue over the parlor, where guests moved about in hushed discussions.

Adrian was already there, seated beside Arnold in the grand sitting room, his usual composed demeanor giving nothing away.

He was sipping a glass of whiskey, his fingers slowly rotating the tumbler, his gaze thoughtful.

Arnold, his posture as strong and unyielding as ever, nodded politely at something Adrian said, but his attention flickered to the entrance as Josiah and Victor stepped in.

Victor, always bratty and dismissive of Sarah, transformed in front of Arnold and Adrian. His childish arrogance vanished, replaced by carefully practiced politeness. His tone was smooth, almost rehearsed as he greeted them with a bright smile.

"Uncle Arnold, Grandpa Adrian."

Adrian barely acknowledged him, offering a curt nod. Arnold, on the other hand, merely raised an eyebrow, recognizing the boy's shifting behavior but saying nothing.

Josiah, without lingering, gestured toward the back garden. "Go play with Alex," she instructed Victor before turning back to the adults, already shifting into conversation.

Outside, under the dimming sky, the air was cooler, crisp with the promise of an approaching autumn night.

The swings creaked softly as Alex lazily pushed himself back and forth, his small hands gripping the chains without much enthusiasm.

at the

as he settled onto the swing beside him. "I just went to the movies with

up straighter, his grip on the swing tightening. His

usually calm, was laced

nodded smugly. "At the

his small eyebrows knitting together. “That's impossible. My

go to the movies. You

eyes. "I'm not mistaken. It

curled in his stomach,

she wasn't alone. She was with

Alex like a punch to

Another child?

who hadn't answered his calls, who had been

go to the movies

before he could stop it. Without thinking, he shot

and temperamental,

through the quiet evening air. The wind carried their shouts through the open windows of the

the

trembling fists, the tears pooling in his son's eyes, the way Victor stubbornly crossed his arms, his

unspoken emotions

to contain himself any longer, turned

wavered, raw

nothing. "What happened?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge of concern

mouth, about to repeat what Victor had said.

mother. At the movies. With another

A lump formed, too

**tears spilled from his