After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

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In the end, I didn't have the heart to throw it away.

I sighed, and put the ring back in my pocket.

When I finally entered the house, the first thing that caught my eye was the massive wedding photo hanging on the wall. It was taken on the day we first got married, a day that should have been the happiest of our lives. In the photo, I had my arm around Shirley's waist, and we were both smiling, a picture of pure joy and love. But now, as I stared at it, all I could see was the irony. That happiness seemed like a distant memory, something that had slipped through my fingers long ago.

With a surge of anger, I stepped forward, grabbed the photo, and ripped it from the wall. Without a second thought, I hurled it into the den, the sound of glass shattering echoing through the empty house. The sight of it lying there, broken, felt like a reflection of my own shattered heart.

I lay in bed that night, but sleep wouldn't come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together-Shirley and Maurice. Their faces were etched into my mind, their expressions, their closeness, their betrayal. It played on a loop, tormenting me until the early hours of the morning.

When I finally drifted off to sleep, it was fitful and brief. I woke up the next day to an empty bed, the space beside me cold and undisturbed. The omega who worked in the house informed me that Shirley had a shoot planned for today and had already left early in the morning.

A sneer tugged at the corner of my lips. Without a second thought, I picked up the phone and called- BETA, Panther, one of my most trusted associates. "Panther," I said, my voice sharp, "I need you to find out exactly where Shirley is filming today. And while you're at it, change the location of my client meeting to that neighborhood."

After a brief exchange, Panther assured me that he would handle it. I hung up, feeling a cold satisfaction settle over me. If she wanted to play games, then so would I.

Later that evening, after wrapping up a social engagement with some clients, I spotted Shirley as she stepped out of the hotel where she had been filming. The look of surprise on her face when she saw me was almost gratifying. "Lorik?" she said, her voice tinged with confusion. "What are you doing

here?"

I answered with a cold expression, my tone flat. "Work," I replied curtly, offering nothing more.

She glanced around, noticing the few clients still lingering near their cars. "You're here for business?" she asked, trying to make sense of it.

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nodded, my response clipped. "Yes."

he must have sensed my chill and furrowed her brow, as if somewhat puzzled by my cold attitude, and asked, "So, where are you going now?"

I glanced at the man getting into the car, then turned to her, my voice icy. "To the Arizona Club," I said, "We're going to talk business and get some pussy on the way."

She froze, a flash of incredulity in her eyes. Then she spoke, a warning in her voice, "So, you're going

to have some fun with women too?"

Shirley's POV

he moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing where the pack house stood. The air was cool, but it did little to soothe the burning frustration inside me. Lorik's car was idling in the driveway, and I could feel the tension building as he prepared to leave. His expression was

unreadable, a stark contrast to the passionate man I once knew.

Lorik laughed, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "So what if I get a woman? You don't care anyway, do you?"

His words were like daggers, each one aimed to hurt. The tone he used was cold, flirtatious, and almost mocking-a far cry from the deep love and devotion he had once shown me. It was as if he had transformed overnight into someone unrecognizable, someone cruel and distant.

I stepped forward, reached out to grab his sleeve. "Lorik, if you really go out to find another woman,

never come to me."

He didn't even flinch. Instead, he roughly pulled his arm away, his eyes narrowing in disdain. "What kind of person are you to me? Also worthy to control me?"

His words stung, cutting deeper than I thought possible. Just the other day, this man had been begging me to return to his side, to be his Luna once more. Now, it was as if none of that matter d

I felt everyone watching us. They all expected me to show a pained expression of betrayal, but instead I just smiled coldly."

"Yeah, well, I'm not even close to being your Luna. I don't deserve to be in charge of you at all. Take

whoever you like. You've already betrayed me once anyway, and when you come back, we'll go to the werewolf council."

After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret