Chapter 141
Before I could respond, Lorik strode over and but his eyes blazing with restrained anger. “We don’t need your potion,” he said flatly. “Sherry and I are fine. In fact, we’re about to… get busy in making out. Don’t call again unless it’s important.”
Snatched the phone from my hand, his expression cool
I gasped, reaching for the phone, but Maurice laughed on the other end of the line, a knowing chuckle that only irritated Lorik further.
“Maurice,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “do you think I’m so kind as to help a love rival? I’m hoping Shirley will remember my goodness and give me more chances. It has nothing to do with
The air
r crackled with tension as I watched Lorik’s expression darken. His jaw tightened, and the conversation felt like a powder keg ready to explode.
Without another word, Lorik hung up the phone, the finality of the action echoing in the quiet room. I felt a pang of confusion, and when I reached for my phone, Lorik didn’t move, his grip on it fierce,
st like he wanted to crush it.
After what felt like an eternity, his voice emerged, dull and heavy. “So you want to give up on me
and choose him?”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, tears threatening to spill. “It’s not time for you two to choose. Give me back my phone, and don’t ever take my personal belongings without my permission again!”
Reluctantly, he released the phone, and I quickly dialed Maurice back to express my gratitude. I could feel Lorik’s eyes on me the entire time, his presence a looming shadow.
After the call, Lorik sighed deeply, his posture shifting to one of vulnerability. “You know,” he started slowly, “I’m terrified that you’ll leave me. Sometimes, I think about how you knew Maurice firstfif he hadn’t shown up… maybe you would be with him instead of me.”
His words struck a chord deep within me. I recalled the moments I’d shared with Lorik, the laughter, the whispers under the stars. But I also remembered the pang of longing I’d felt when I saw them together, the unshakeable feeling of being on the outside looking in.
“Lorik, it’s not that simple,” I said gently. “Three years is not a long time, but it’s long enough to mold fwo
people together. I can’t just walk away from everything we’ve built.”
A shadow of understanding crossed his face. “I never thought I’d feel the same emotions as you,” he murmured, almost to himself. I guess we’ve both come full circle now.”
TO 94
The next day, we hoarded a flight back to the Pack, the weight of unspoken words hanging between Jus, I could sense a change in Lorik; it felt like Maurice’s presence had ignited a fire beneath him.
making him cling to me even more.
After a long day of events, I stepped into the fitting room to change. When Lexited, I found Lorik waiting for me, impeccably dressed, the very image of an elite aristocrat. In his hands, he clutched a large bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors almost a contradiction to his usual high and mighty
demeanor.
“Why are you here?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
He smiled, a rare warmth softening his features. “I came to pick up my Luna. If not here, then where
should I be?”
I sighed, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach as we walked toward the exit in silence. Once outside, Lorik turned to me, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. “Join us for dinner.”
I hesitated, the weight of his gaze making it hard to breathe. “I’m not going this time. We should probably see less of each other from now on.”
His expression stiffened, confusion etching itself onto his face. “Why?”
“You’ve been coming to see me too much this time. As an Alpha, shouldn’t you be busy?” I replied lightly, trying to mask the heaviness in my heart.
He opened his mouth to explain, then paused, contemplating his words. The reason I came to have dinner with you this time is because of Silvermoon’s work.”
Curiosity piqued, I inquired, “What’s going on?”
He explained, “I’ve been battling Andrew, trying to expand our influence. There’s a potential collaborator interested in pianos. I thought you might want to talk to him if you came along.”
I felt the conflict within me; I knew I wouldn’t say no if it was related to Silvermoon. But just as was about to agree, Lorik took my hand, guiding me toward the car. The gesture felt familiar, comforting. yet it sent a shiver of uncertainty through me.
Inside the car, the atmosphere shifted. The confined space was filled with the scent of fresh flowers
and a hint of my perfume–my essence. Lorik leaned in slightly, fastening my seatbelt with a careful
touch. I caught him stealing glances at me, the air thick with unspoken words.
“Lorik,” I whispered, pushing him away gently, “we’re not in that kind of relationship anymore.”
After I Let Go My Alpha. He knelt in Retret
