Chapter 37
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her desperate accusation. “No one bewitched him. Lorik made his decision all on his own. I am his Tana, and you’ve always been the outsider, Lorca
Before Lorcia could retort, Dalla stepped forward, her voice sharp, “She’s right, Lorcia. The moment “you left three years ago, you lost your chance. You were never it to be Lou. Now, leave silver
Moon–there’s no place for a traitor like you here.“
There was no one left to defend her. The room felt heavy with judgment as Lorcia’s face twisted with a mix of rage and humiliation. She had no choice but to leave, her steps slow and defeated as she
hunk out of the room.
Andrew’s eyes followed her exit, his anger barely concealed. His iron grip over the pack, especially over his children, had begun to slip, and he wasn’t taking it lightly. The defiance he had seen from both Lorik and Dalia was something unprecedented. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his pride wounded.
“Lorik,” Andrew warned, his voice low and dangerous. “This defiance will not go unpunished.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, the air around him crackling with fury.
The moment Andrew was gone, Dalia let out a breath she’d been holding in. A smile broke across her face as if a huge weight had just been lifted. “That felt… amazing,” she said, almost giddy. “For once, I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind. I’ve lived in his shadow for too long.”
I could sense Lorik’s eyes on me, his gaze soft yet intense. Slowly, he took a step closer. “Thank you for standing up for me,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
I felt a little flustered, unsure of how to respond. “I just spoke the truth, Lorik. You may have been, cruel to me in this marriage, but when it comes to Silver Moon, you are a worthy Alpha.”
There was something in Lorik’s eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time–regret, and something deeper. His expression was sincere, and it was clear he was struggling to find the right words.
“I want to make
it right,” he said quietly. “Give me a chance to make up for everything.”
His words caught me off guard, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. I hesitated, unsure of whether I could trust him again after all that had happened. But before I could gather my thoughts, Lorik gently reached out and touched my face, his hand warm against my skin. My heart. raced, and the familiar spark of connection between us flared up again, despite everything.
After I Let Go My Alpha He Khelt in Regret
Jeaned in closer, his eyes never leaving mine. The air around us seemed to hum with tension, and
ind myself struggling to breathe, overwhelmed by the closeness, the memories, and the deniable pull between us.
At some point, I realized Dalla had quietly slipped away, leaving us alone. Even the servants had disappeared, giving us the privacy neither of us had asked for but somehow needed.
Lorik’s breath was warm against my skin as he leaned in even closer. My body responded Instinctively, moving toward him, remembering the intimacy we had once shared. My pulse quickened, and for a brief moment, I let myself get lost in the closeness, in the heat between us.
Just as things were about to go further, my phone buzzed loudly from the table. The sudden noise jolted me back to reality, snapping me out of the haze 1 had been sinking into. With a shaky breath. I
ished Lorik away gently but firmly.
“This… this doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “What happened last night… It was because of the spiked drink. It doesn’t change anything. I need more
time.”
Lorik looked hurt but didn’t press further. He stepped back, nodding slightly, though I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I turned away, picking up my phone. It was the motorcycle boy from
before, and the message on my screen was alarming.
“Help. Urgent.”
He had sent an address along with it.
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the message. Something was clearly very wrong.
I arrived at the address the young man had sent me. The location was on the edge of the city, where the streets met the beginning of winding mountain roads. It was a secluded area, rarely visited by, anyone other than those who knew its secrets. As I drove closer, the sound of revving engines and the smell of burning rubber filled the air.
Afte
