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I felt a flicker of something–an old, familiar sensation. Lorik’s possessiveness was never far from 1 the surface, especially when it came to anyone who might pose a challenge to his place in my life.
He seemed to believe that anyone could steal me away, even though I had never given him reason to
*doubt me.
I didn’t answer immediately but turned my gaze towards the window. As the car began to move and music started playing, I recognized the gentle melody as a piano piece I had posted online called “Eutopia“.
I paused, then asked, “This is Monologue’s piece. Do you like her?
Lorik seemed surprised, then responded, “Oh, yes. Her recent compositions have become incredibly popular, and many people have taken notice of her… I was following her even before she gained so many fans. Her music is so pure; every time I listen to it, it calms my restless mind.”
I wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or sad. After three years of marriage, Lorik had no idea that the Luna he lived with day and night was the “Monologue” he admired.
Lorik continued, “Videos of ‘Monologue‘ playing the piano always remind me of the music I used to hear while training at the villa when I was a child… Unfortunately, even Lorcia herself couldn’t recreate that feeling.”
The soft strains of piano music filled the space between us, a melody that seemed to mirror the unspoken tension.
After a moment, I spoke, my voice soft.“The fan you just asked about is a man.”
Lorik’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, though he didn’t say anything. The silence stretched out,
heavy and loaded with unspoken words.
I knew what he was thinking, knew the insecurities that gnawed at him despite his outward
confidence.
As we approached a red light, the car slowed, and Lorik turned to me, his eyes dark with an emotion
I couldn’t quite name. “You’re shining now,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “In your favorite area. I should be happy for you, but…”
His words trailed off, and for a moment, I saw the vulnerability beneath his usually stoic exterior. Then, his expression hardened, and he finished, “But I just want to have you all to myself.”
After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret
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Before I could respond, Lorik leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was as if he was trying to convey all the conflicting emotions he couldn’t put into words–his love, his fear, his need to keep me close.
The atmosphere in the car changed, becoming more intense and intimate.
The music pounding in the background was an important choice for me.
Should I give Lorik some hope? My heart felt confused and uncertain.
He’s helped me so much lately, and we seem as close as a real Alpha and Luna pair.
But I also knew that it was only on the surface, and in reality the rift inside me couldn’t be easily piled.
Just as I was about to push Lorik away, the car behind us let out a blaring honk. We both pulled away, the spell broken as reality came crashing back. Lorik’s expression darkened with annoyance, and he quickly shifted the car into gear, speeding off with a quiet fury.
The rest of the drive was filled with an uncomfortable silence. I could sense Lorik’s agitation, but I didn’t know how to ease it.
My own emotions were a tangled mess, a mix of love and fear, desire and doubt. Lorik’s possessiveness was something I had always known, but now, with everything out in the open, it felt more intense than ever.
When we finally reached the pack’s territory, Lorik parked the car and turned to me, his expression softening slightly. “I have some urgent business to attend to,” he said, his voice gentle, though I could still sense the lingering tension. “I’ll see you later.”
The next day, I arrived at the piano room early, determined to focus on something other than the turmoil in my heart. To my surprise, Shadow, who had given me the score was already there, waiting with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. He looked up as I entered, his eyes searching my face for any sign of success or failure.
“Good morning,” I greeted him, my voice steady and calm.
He glanced at my empty hands, his expression faltering slightly. “You don’t have the score,” he observed, disappointment creeping into his voice. “It’s okay. I know it’s a difficult piece, and you probably haven’t heard it before.”
