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

Chapter 161

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, she answered.

"Sarah." His voice was as steady as always, deep and composed. "I ordered some fireworks a while ago. Abby mentioned she wanted you to have some."

Sarah instinctively began to refuse. "That's not necessary-"

"It was Abby's request," Cole interrupted smoothly, leaving no room for argument.

A brief silence stretched between them before Sarah sighed, conceding. "Fine. Where do I pick them up?"

"I had them delivered," he said simply. "You'll see when you get there."

Later That Afternoon;

Just past 2:00 p.m., Sarah pulled into the designated location, expecting to pick up the fireworks Cole had arranged to be sent.

But when she stepped out of the car, she didn't find a delivery truck or a stack of neatly packed boxes waiting for her.

Instead, she found **Cole himself** standing there.

She stopped in her tracks.

Cole was dressed in a dark, tailored coat, his stance as composed as ever. The winter breeze toyed with the strands of his dark hair, but he remained unmoved, his gaze resting on her the moment she arrived.

Sarah's brows lifted slightly. "I thought you said they'd be delivered."

just slightly.

"You

smoothly, though the ease in his tone didn't quite hide

exhaled, shifting her weight

"I know."

the way he said it-so effortlessly, yet firm

silence stretched between them, thick

packed boxes nearby. "Want me

a second

as Cole had mentioned over the phone, but

among the fireworks were neatly packed New

festive decorations, and small handcrafted trinkets meant

slightly, pressing her lips together as she turned to Cole, a question already forming

much," she said, shaking her

his tone firm but calm. "They're from

it had just been from Cole, she

Abby-sweet, thoughtful Abby-had personally prepared these? That made it harder to

to her car. "Then let me at least give her something in

reached into the shopping bags she had placed in the backseat, pulling out a few carefully chosen

them to Cole-small festive items, sweets, and a craft she had worked on. "These are for Abby. A

protest, his gaze flickering over the neatly wrapped presents before something caught his

a small, hand-knitted

up, running his fingers lightly over

casual, but there was a hint of