Chapter 74
Hearing his words sent a chill down my spine. For years, almost every cent I earned had been used to subsidise my adoptive parents‘ backpacks and pay off their gambling debts, and now that I had disowned them, they still wanted me to give them all my money,
‘There’s no way I’m giving you the money, Morpheus,‘ I refused, saying, what I’d been holding back my heart all these years, ‘I wouldn’t give it to you, a gambler, even if I had to give it all away,‘
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With that said, I ignored his angry curses and hung up the phone,
Whenever I am alone, I think of the past. They are as far away as a shadow, but as close as a
shudder.
For years, almost every drop of my heart and soul went to subsidising my adoptive parents, paying off the gambling debts they owed, and keeping their pack’s running. But they never changed their ways, they were still addicted to gambling, and this endless vicious cycle exhausted me.
But now, I’m finally free. I’m free to decide where my money goes, free to spend it on people and things that matter.
As I sat at the small kitchen table, sunlight filtering through the window, I weighed the possibilities
in my mind. What did I want to do with this newfound freedom? My thoughts drifted to the orphanage, a place that had always held a special spot in my heart.
Once, I was nearly an orphan myself, and now that I had the means, I wanted to help those children to give them a future brighter than the one that had once seemed destined for me.
The decision came quietly, like a gentle breeze stirring the leaves. I would keep some of the money for myself, for small pleasures and future needs, but the rest–yes, the rest would go to the orphanage. Those children deserved better.
That weekend, as Lorik and I sat down for breakfast, I brought up the idea. “I’ve decided to make a
donation to the orphanage,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though my heart pounded with anticipation. “I think it’s time I gave back.”
Lorik looked up from his coffee, his expression neutral as always, but I noticed a flicker of something in his eyes. “It just so happens that I have no official business to attend to this weekend,” he replied. “I could come along.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. Lorik never had the concept of a day off. Work was his life, and even the most important days were sacrificed for duty. Panther, his loyal second–in–command, stood
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behind him, his eyes filled with the familiar longing of a man who knew his Alpha rarely took a Break.
Yet here he was, offering to spend the day with me on something that brought him no benefit. It was a rare and unexpected gesture, one that warmed my heart more than I cared to admit.
When we arrived at the orphanage, I was struck by the sight of the director rushing out to greet us. Her face lit up with a broad smile as she saw Lorik. “Alpha Lorik, why didn’t you call in advance? I would have sent someone to escort you.”
The surprise must have shown on my face, because Lorik coughed lightly, his expression a mix of discomfort and pride. “How does the director know you?” I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
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he director, a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and a warm demeanor, answered before Lorik could speak. “Lorik often comes here to start charity events. He’s done so much for the children.”
Lorik’s embarrassment deepened, and he quickly cut in with his usual cold, hard tone. “It’s only for the sake of Silvermoon Pack’s image,” he said dismissively. “Part of my job as Alpha. Nothing more.”
But I saw through the facade. Lorik, cold on the outside but warm within, wasn’t as unfeeling as he wanted the world to believe. It made me think back to the time he had picked up the flower corsage for me during the opening ceremony, the gentle, almost tender gesture from him.
The memory of his hands, once so cold when he told me he would divorce me. But now it feels different. There was more to him than he let on, and it tore at something inside me, pulling me in
two directions.
The director turned to Lorik with a knowing smile. “And what brings you here today, Alpha?”
“This time, it’s my Luna, Shirley, who wants to make a donation to the orphanage,” Lorik replied.
The director’s eyes brightened at the mention of my name. She grasped my hand with surprising
warmth, her voice filled with gratitude. “Miss Shirley, on behalf of all the children here, thank you for your generosity. Your love will make a difference.”
I smiled lightly, squeezing her hand back. “It’s the least I can do.”
The director’s attentiveness increased. “Shall I call a reporter? We could prepare a grand donation
ceremony for you.”
I shook my head. “No, thank you. I’d prefer just to see the children and leave quietly.”
She seemed taken aback for a moment, then her smile widened, her eyes crinkling with genuine appreciation. “Nowadays, there are so few who give without seeking recognition. It’s rare to find
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omeone who truly thinks only of the children.”
wasn’t sure what to make of her words, but I followed as she led us through the orphanage. We passed by rooms filled with laughter and play, but something caught my eye as we approached the classroom. There, in the doorway, stood a young woman dressed in fashionable, bejeweled clothes, her smile as bright and fake as the camera flash that captured it.
She was holding a skinny little girl, who looked more uncomfortable than anything, while two photographers with professional cameras clicked away. Lights flashed, illuminating the room like a
film set.
I stopped in my tracks, a cold sensation creeping up my spine. The woman turned slightly, and my heart dropped.
It was Lorcia,
