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

Chapter 151

Sarah stretched as she stepped out of the dimly lit movie theater, her body slightly stiff from sitting for nearly two hours.

The film had been entertaining enough, but now that it was over, she found

herself with extra time and no particular plan for the evening.

As she glanced around, her gaze landed on the bright, flashing lights of an arcade just a few steps away.

The neon sign above the entrance flickered in vibrant blues and reds, inviting passersby inside.

A wave of nostalgia hit her-she hadn't visited an arcade in years.

"Aunt Sarah."

Abby gently tugged on Sarah's sleeve, her gaze was attracted by the game hall not far away, her eyes flashing with a curiosity she couldn't hide, "Can you take me to play that?"

Cole laughed helplessly, his tone carrying a few hints of teasing in his tone, "I've brought you by here several times before, and every time I asked you weren't interested, why do you suddenly want to play today?"

Abby slightly reddened her face, her voice shy and cautious, "Because ...... I want auntie to play with me ......"

"Sure."

Sarah agreed with alacrity, the corner of her mouth raising a smile - she also somewhat missed the lively atmosphere of the game hall.

the familiar cacophony of game sounds: the electronic beeps of racing

popcorn and the plastic-like scent of well-worn

taking in the variety of games- claw machines stuffed with plush toys, classic pinball machines, and

I want

firmly attracted by the pink rabbit plush toy on the counter, her eyes instantly lit up, her tone dripping with

is a non-sale

a smile, "This is a special prize for our store's racing game, only by breaking the

few moments later, a hint

racing game machine, the

to throw in a coin for the challenge, a coin fell into

"Let me try."

displaying a high-speed track, a steering wheel, and foot pedals. Smirking to herself, Sarah slid a token into the slot and took her

Sarah, who seemed to have a gentle and sensible demeanor, even

began. **3... 2...

steering wheel tightly, maneuvering her

of the game pulled her in, and she leaned forward with determination, her heart pounding as she dodged

speed, she crossed the finish line in first place, the words **”WINNER!”** flashing across

up in gold font and the rankings

small grin spread across

had gathered

her college years when video games had been her

in a professional gaming team. She had turned them down, prioritizing her studies and