After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 149

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Lorik approached silently, sitting beside me, and without a word, he pulled me into his arms. "What happened?" he asked softly, his breath warm against my hair.

I shifted, moving slightly away. "Nothing." I muttered, though the crack in my voice betrayed me.

"If you won't tell me, who else are you going to tell?" he pressed gently, not letting go.

For a moment, I considered pushing him away, locking all my frustrations deep inside. But his steady warmth, his quiet patience, broke down the walls I had built. I told him everything-about Holt, the rejection, and how that one performance, which I had believed to be my best, had been so casually dismissed.

Lorik listened in silence, his expression growing darker with every word. Then, without missing a beat, he pulled out a sleek, black card from his pocket. "If it's about the money, I'll double it," he said firmly, holding it out. "Play the piece for me."

I stared at the card, feeling a wave of frustration rise up again. Pushing the card back into his hand, I shook my head. "It's not the money. It's about being acknowledged. About someone believing in my

music." My voice cracked slightly, and I clenched my fists. "It's about not questioning my worth every time something goes wrong."

Lorik frowned, clearly not sure how to fix this, but he held me tighter, pulling me back into his arms. His silence spoke volumes. He wasn't here to fix things but to be here with me through the storm. And in that moment, I needed that more than any comforting words.

After what felt like an eternity of quiet comfort, Lorik let go and stood up. "I'll be back," he said, his

voice low and determined. He walked out of the room and I could hear him making a phone call

from the hallway.

"BETA," he spoke into the phone, his tone all business, "I need you to find out who Holt has been in contact with recently, specifically anyone with an interest in piano. This is urgent."

Panther responded immediately. "Understood, Alpha. I'll get someone on it right away."

Satisfied, Lorik ended the call and returned to the room, sitting beside me once again. "We'll get to the bottom of this," he said quietly, his voice filled with quiet determination. He didn't believe for a Second that my performance had truly been rejected. Something else was at play.

Half an hour later, his phone buzzed again. Lorik answered it, his brow furrowing as Panther spoke on the other end. "Alpha, we've narrowed it down. There's one individual in particular, but... their

After I Let Go My Alpha. He knelt in Regret

identity is complicated."

"How complicated?" Lorik asked, his voice sharp.

There was a slight pause before Panther responded. "The person behind this is a rogue. And not just any rogue they're extremely powerful within their group."

Werewolves, by nature, rarely approached rogues willingly. Rogues were seen as unpredictable and aggressive, often exiled from packs for disobedience or violence. The distrust between them was deep-rooted, and any interaction with a rogue was considered dangerous, especially for an Alpha like Lorik. But sometimes, necessity blurred these boundaries.

Lorik glanced at his phone, his brow furrowed. "Tind a way to ask that person out," he ordered.

BETA hesitated on the other end. "Are you sure? Rogues are very aggressive, let alone... this one is a leading figure in a rogue group."

Without missing a beat, Lorik responded tersely, "I'm sure," and hung up.

I had been watching from inside the room. Seeing him on the phone just outside the door, I assumed it was something important related to his pack duties. "You don't need to stay here with me," I said, standing in the doorway. "If there's something going on with the pack, you should go deal with it." But Lorik simply shook his head, turned off his phone, and returned inside. "It's handled," he said. softly, sitting down beside me.

Not long after, BETA called again. This time, Lorik answered the phone right in front of me. "What is

it?" he asked.

I couldn't help but ask, my heart thudding in my chest, "What does this have to do with a rogue? Isn't it dangerous?"

Lorik looked at me, his expression unreadable. "The rogue is the one pulling the strings behind Holt. Something about his rejection didn't sit right with me. I need to talk to the buyer personally."

1 froze. My mind raced as I tried to process what he was saying. "You're going to meet with the rogue behind all of this?" I whispered, my voice betraying my fear.

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