Chapter 109
He smiled slightly. “I came looking for you last night. When I got here, you were asleep at the desk, about to fall out of your chair. I couldn’t just leave you like that.”
My face flushed, remembering the warm embrace in my sleep. “That was you…”
Lorik nodded, walking over to the bed. “You’ve been working too hard.”
I quickly changed the subject. “Was that about work?”
prik sat down, his expression darkening slightly. “There was supposed to be a deal between “Silvermoon and Flameheart, but after everything that happened with Lorcia and Andrew trying to
take control… I can’t trust them.”
I nodded, remembering the issues I’d noticed before. “I told you Flameheart wasn’t a good partner. Their products might be profitable, but the quality is terrible.”
“You did tell me,” he admitted, a look of regret crossing his face. “I should’ve listened.”
There was a pause, a moment where we both felt the weight of past mistakes. But then Lorik spoke again, his voice quieter, more vulnerable.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately,” he said. “I wasn’t this anxious when you were my Luna. Now… everything feels off. I miss you.”
I didn’t know what to say, but before I could respond, he continued, “Come back to the pack, please. I need you.”
I stood by the window, staring out at the city lights that flickered in the distance. The soft hum of
traffic below filled the silence of the room. Lorik’s voice, steady yet pleading, echoed in my min
but I couldn’t bring myself to return to Silvermoon. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I can’t, Lorik,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “I’ve been very busy lately, and I really don’t have the
time.”
Lorik stood across from me, his tall frame casting a shadow in the dim light of the room. For a moment, he looked as though he expected this, his eyes momentarily clouding with disappointment. But then he straightened his posture, brushing the rejection aside like he always did.
“What’s keeping you so busy?” he asked, his tone casual but tinged with curiosity.
After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret
56.4%
Paptes fo
gestured toward the workbench in the corner of the room, where a half–restored violin lay in the soft glow of the lamp. Lorik blinked in surprise, stepping closer to examine it.
“I didn’t know you had this skill,” he said, his brow furrowing as he studied the delicate instrument.
“Where did you learn to do this?”
I smiled a little, shrugging as I wiped my hands on a cloth. “When I was wandering–before I came back to the pack–I worked in a shop that restored musical instruments. I was apprenticed for a while. If I hadn’t been dragged back, maybe I’d be a smith repairing instruments now.”
Lorik’s face softened, the usual hardness in his expression fading into something resembling sorrow.
He stepped closer, his hand hovering near the violin but not touching it.
ou shouldn’t work so hard,” he murmured, his voice laced with concern. “Let someone else take
care of these things.”
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “I like doing it, Lorik. It’s… calming.”
His gaze shifted from the violin to me, and a flicker of something darker crossed his face when he
asked, “Who does this violin belong to?”
“Narik,” I replied, wiping a thin layer of dust from the instrument. “He bought it from an old shop, but it was in bad shape. He asked me to restore it.”
Lorik’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Narik? That’s the same Narik I pay a hefty salary to every year, isn’t it? He’s good at making money–so why in the world would he buy a broken violin and ask you to fix
it?”
I could hear the annoyance in his voice, and it made me pause. “It’s not about the money, Lorik,” I said firmly. “The violin has value beyond what you see on the surface. It’s not just a ‘broken
instrument.“”
Lorik’s brows raised, clearly surprised by my resistance. “You really think it’s worth all this trouble?”
“I do,” I said, meeting his gaze. “And even if others don’t see it, I’ll keep doing what I think is
worthwhile.”
For a moment, Lorik said nothing, his eyes searching mine. There was a strange tension between us–one that always seemed to linger, even after everything we’d been through. He nodded slowly,
accepting my words without argument.
Three days later, I stood in front of the mirror, holding the fully restored violin in my hands. The open cracks along the neck had been carefully glued and sanded, and the body of the instrument gleamed after a fresh coat of polish. It was whole again.
After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret
56.5%
apter 109
called Narik and wanted to make an appointment to meet him and give him the violin. Hearing my reason for coming, Narik was taken aback, ‘You mean the broken violin? You fixed it in such a short
me?‘
‘Well,‘ I was satisfied with my work and smiled, ‘You can basically see no signs of repair. Whenever
you have time, I’d like to give you the instrument and ask you to try playing this one.‘
‘I can’t wait to see the instrument.‘ Narik was very excited, ‘Now! Let’s meet now.‘
