After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 101

Nora gave a small, emotionless smile. "I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure."

Her tone was calm, almost indifferent. But Vincent knew better. He studied her face, searching for cracks in her composure.

The woman in front of him had always been strong-willed, full of warmth and patience, yet today, there

was something cold in her demeanor. It wasn't bitterness or anger-it was emptiness.

Then, as he flipped through the agreement again, his eyes narrowed at one particular section. "Custody of Alex," he muttered. "You're not contesting it?"

Leo, who had been standing by the window, his arms crossed, turned at those words.

He had been silent throughout the meeting, watching, observing. But now, he couldn't hold back.

"Nora, you love Alex," Leo said quietly, his deep voice tinged with disbelief. "You're giving up custody without a fight?

Vincent expected some kind of reaction-a flash of pain, a moment of hesitation-but Nora simply nodded. "Yes," she answered softly. "I'm not fighting for him."

Leo's jaw tightened. He knew Nora better than most. She was a woman who valued relationships deeply, a woman who loved fiercely.

Alex had been the center of her world. For her to make such a decision, something drastic must have happened.

"What did he do?" Leo asked, his voice lower now, almost gentle.

Nora exhaled, but her expression remained unreadable. "Nothing that matters anymore."

But it did matter. Leo knew it did. Whatever Alex had done-whether it was something like neglect, or outright rejection-it had been enough to break something inside her. Enough to make her walk away. Vincent, though skeptical, nodded and continued his review. "Well, from a legal standpoint, this is favorable to you. Arnold is shouldering all the risks. If anything goes wrong with the business side of things, you're protected. You'll be comfortable."

Nora nodded, as if the assets were just trivial details. "Then let's finalize it."

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Without hesitation, she picked up the pen and signed her name. No pause. No reluctance. Just quiet. acceptance.

As soon as she put the pen down, Vincent leaned back in his chair and pulled out his phone. "I'll inform the pen dow

Arnold."

When he called, Arnold was in his office, reviewing a contract.

The deep scratch of his pen against the paper came to a sudden stop when he heard Vincent's words.

"Nora signed," Vincent informed him. "I need to know when you're available for the next steps-the rejection ceremony before the elders, finalizing everything with the werewolf council."

For a brief second, Arnold didn't respond. His fingers tightened slightly around the pen. Then, as if nothing had happened, he exhaled and said, "I won't have time until tomorrow."

Vincent heard the subtle shift in Arnold's tone.

It wasn't indifference, but something close to it-like he had been expecting this outcome but still hadn't quite processed it.

"Understood," Vincent said before ending the call.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Nora drove home in silence. The city lights blurred past her, their golden glow reflecting against the car's windows.

She was exhausted-not physically, but emotionally. Yet there was no pain, no turmoil, just a vast emptiness inside her.

As she turned onto the quiet street leading to her house, a sudden voice rang in her mind. "Mom?"

Alex's voice. A mind link.

Nora stiffened slightly, but she said nothing.

"Mom, are you there?" His voice was cautious at first, then a little more insistent.

She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her lips pressing into a thin line,

*"Mom?**

For the first time, she chose silence.

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After a few moments, the connection went quiet.

Alex had realized. He had stopped calling out.

That night, Nora sat in her dimly lit kitchen, sipping tea. It was the first quiet night she had in years.

No arguments, no waiting up for Alex to come home, no weight of expectations pressing down on her. For the first time, she felt... peaceful.

And the next morning, she woke up feeling lighter.

With an almost unfamiliar sense of ease, she moved through the kitchen, making breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air, blending with the warmth of toasted bread. She hummed softly as she worked, cracking eggs into a pan.

Her phone vibrated on the counter. She glanced at it.

Alex

He called once. Twice. Three times.

Nora calmly turned off the phone and returned to her breakfast.

At that moment, across the pack house, Alex was growing restless.

He sat on the couch, phone in hand, his fingers tightening around the device with every unanswered call.

A pit of frustration and unease formed in his stomach.

He had never known his mother to ignore him. Not like this.

"No way" he muttered under his breath.

Not knowing what else to do, he stormed out of his room and headed toward his father's office.