After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 85

As I ended the call, I realized that my vision was already blurring with tears, but these were tears of excitement, of hope. The possibility, however slim, that my mother might still be alive was overwhelming. It was something I hadn't dared to believe in years.

The next thing I knew, my phone buzzed again. It was Lorik, checking in to find out where I was. I forced myself to sound calm as I spoke to him, stonewalling his inquiries. "I have something I need to take care of tonight," I told him, my voice as even as I could manage. "I won't be able to come home with you. You should go ahead."

torik hesitated, his tone shifting to something suspicious. He was the kind of man prone to jealousy, and I knew that if I told him I was meeting Maurice, it would only lead to an argument. But tonight

was too important. I couldn't let anything distract me.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" he asked, concern lacing his words.

"Yes, just something I need to handle on my own," I replied, hoping he wouldn't press further. To my

relief, he didn't. With a resigned sigh, he agreed and told me to be careful.

As nightfall settled in, the academy grounds grew quiet. The streetlamps cast a soft, white glow across the deserted pathways, their light as gentle as moonlight. The trees lining the streets swayed slightly in the cool evening breeze, their leaves rustling softly, adding a whispering undertone to the

night.

Shadows danced on the ground, stretching and shrinking as the lights flickered occasionally,

creating a serene yet eerie atmosphere. The air was crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and the remnants of summer flowers. The academy, usually bustling with life, now stood still,

as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come.

It wasn't long before Maurice arrived. Even in the dim light, he looked as handsome as ever, though there was an unmistakable weariness about him, as if he had just finished a long, exhausting run His hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes. Yet, instead of his usual playful banter, he got straight to the point.

"I've been doing some digging," Maurice began, his voice low and serious. "The group of hunters who

chased your parents-they're the same ones who came after me back then. They were pure bounty hunters, working for money."

The mention of those hunters sent a shiver down my spine. Hunters were a ruthless breed, people who hunted others for a living. While most races had signed peace treaties and pacts over the years, hunters were still out there, taking on bloody contracts for the highest bidder. The thought that these

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he hunters might have played a role in my mother's fate made my stomach churn

furice continued, his expression darkening, "Toe tracked down one of the hunters from that group) He admitted that they took on a contract to go after your parents. But something happened. Your mother managed to get away. They never completed the job/

I held my breath, my heart racing as I processed his words. "So she might still be alive? The question escaped my lips before I could stop it, the hope in my voice undeniable,

Maurice nodded slowly, "It's possible. But her exact whereabouts. I don't know, I'm sorry"

The tears I had been holding back began to spill over. But they weren't tears of sadness-they were tears of hope, of a longing I hadn't allowed myself to feel for so long, "No, don't apologize, I hispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Just knowing there's a chance she's still out there... it's more than I ever hoped for."

Maurice reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to me, but I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. As I did, Maurice's eyes caught the bruise on my face, and his brow furrowed in concern. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against the tender spot. "What happened here?" he asked softly.

"It's nothing," I said quickly, but the worry in his eyes made me continue. "I had a duel with Sorcia this morning. It got a little rough."

His concern deepened, and he frowned, but he didn't push further. Instead, he kept his hand on my shoulder, offering silent support. We stood there for what felt like hours, just talking-about the hunters, about my mother, about the duel. Maurice's presence was comforting, a steady anchor in the sea of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

But we weren't alone.

From the shadows, someone watched us. A tall, imposing figure stood a short distance away, his gaze locked on us. His presence was so silent, so still, that neither Maurice nor I noticed him at first. But when I finally did, a shiver ran down my spine. It was Lorik.

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