Chapter 200
Suddenly, the fog of sleep lifted, and reality crashed into him. The woman in his arms wasn’t Shirley. She was one of his female subordinates, her wide–eyed innocence masking a deeper intent.
Lorik’s heart pounded with anger and shame. He pushed her away so forcefully that she stumbled backward, nearly falling to the ground. His chest heaved as he glared at her, his voice laced with icy fury. “Who let you in here?”
The woman, shocked and embarrassed, fell to her knees on the plush carpet, her head bowed.
“Alpha, please–why do you torture yourself like this? I’m willing to give myself to you. I don’t care if
have no name, I don’t care if=”
“Get out!” Lorik barked, his voice dangerously low. His fists clenched at his sides, struggling to
control his rage. “You think you can compare yourself to “her*? To Shirley? Get out now, and never come near me again!”
The woman’s face turned crimson with humiliation. She hastily pulled her coat over her shoulders.
and scurried from the room, sobbing quietly as the door clicked shut behind her.
When the door closed, the room fell into an oppressive silence. Lorik sank back into the couch, burying his face in his hands. The anger, the guilt, the unbearable longing for Shirley–it all collided inside him, threatening to tear him apart. He murmured her name softly, almost pleadingly.
“Shirley…
She had been gone for more than half a year, and every day without her was more painful than the last. He wanted nothing more than to see her again, even from a distance. He’d thought that time would ease the ache, but instead, it only seemed to grow stronger with every passing day.
His reverie was Interrupted by a knock at the door. Lorik sat up, hastily brushing his hands over his face, regaining his composure.
“Come in,” he commanded, his voice steady, the cold, distant Alpha mask slipping back into place.
Panther, his most trusted warrior, entered the room, his expression grim. Behind him, two guards. dragged in a man, beaten and bruised. Lorik’s eyes narrowed as he stood, his gaze shifting between Panther and the prisoner.
“What’s this?” Lorik demanded, his tone sharp.
Panther cleared his throat before speaking, his voice heavy with the weight of the news he was
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about to deliver. “Alpha, I’ve uncovered the truth about the battle three years ago–the one that led to your injury and the loss of Luna’s family.
Lorik’s expression hardened, but he nodded for Panther to continue.
“Your legs were injured, not because of Shirley’s adoptive parents deserting the battlefield, but because of treachery from the Flameheart Tribe. This man,” Panther gestured to the prisoner, “was bribed to forge the evidence against them. It was Nicholas and the Flameheart Tribe who orchestrated the entire betrayal.
For a moment, Lorik stood frozen, his mind racing as he processed the revelation. His breath hitched, and his heart pounded in his chest. For three years, he had carried the weight of that guilt, believing that Shirley’s adoptive family had been responsible for his injury, believing that their Swardice had cost him not only his legs, but Shirley’s trust.
He had targeted her, resented her, all because of a lie.
“What have I done?” Lorik whispered, his voice breaking. His eyes glazed over as the enormity of his actions washed over him. He had pushed Shirley away, hurt her, punished her for something she
had no part in.
Shirley… she had been innocent all along. And now, she was gone.
A long silence filled the room as Lorik’s body trembled with the intensity of his emotions. Finally, he turned toward Panther, his voice cold, devoid of the warmth it once held. “Execute him,” he ordered,
nodding toward the traitor.
Panther flinched slightly at the harshness in Lorik’s tone, but he did not question it. With a nod, the prisoner was dragged from the room, leaving Lorik to his hollow, agonizing thoughts.
Soon after, Lorik launched a full–scale war against the Flameheart Tribe. The battle was swift, and under Nicholas’s weak leadership, the tribe quickly surrendered. The Nicholas family was banishe and the new Alpha of Flameheart came personally to apologize and offer reparations.
But none of it mattered to Lorik.
All the victories, all the punishments meted out to those who had wronged Shirley–none of it could undo the damage he had caused. He had lost his wife, his child, and his future. Every attempt to contact Shirley was met with silence. She had disappeared, and no matter how hard he searched, he
.could never find her.
Three years passed in this torment.
Each night, Lorik would listen to the same piano composition, “Monologue,” over and over again,
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trying to find solace in the music she had created. But no matter how many times he listened, the pain of losing her never dulled.
One evening, just as he was about to drift off to sleep, something on the screen caught his attention. His breath hitched as he read the notification:
[Monologue updated with a new video, three minutes ago.]
