After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 151

When I finally finished, my fingers over the keys for a moment before I pulled them back,

my heart still racing with the intensity of the performance. Tira sat there quietly for a moment, then spoke in a voice laced with tenderness. "That's what it feels like... it's so good," she whispered. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts obviously far from the present as if she had been carried back to a time long past.

I shifted awkwardly under her stare, but she leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity I hadn't expected. "How old are you?" she asked gently, her tone filled with

curiosity.

"Twenty-three," I replied, unsure why my age mattered, but her eyes softened at my answer.

"And at such a young age, how do you find those emotions in the music? What could have

you experienced to make the song feel so..." her voice trailed off, searching for the right word, "...raw?"

For a brief moment, I hesitated, my gaze shifting to Lorik, who stood a little to the side, watching us intently. I swallowed, then answered, "I nearly lost my mate. I've been hurt deeply enough to feel it." My voice faltered slightly, but I pushed through, the weight of the memories heavy in my chest.

Lorik's reaction was immediate. His face tightened with a flicker of guilt, the shadow of regret flashing in his eyes, but before he could look away, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. He was embarrassed, yes, but there was something else-something warmer. He knew, deep down, that despite everything, he still held a place in my heart. His posture shifted, a mix of remorse and satisfaction settling on his face as he realized that he was not without the slightest chance with me

Tira's eyes, meanwhile, were filled with something entirely different. She looked at me with a depth. of sympathy that I hadn't expected, and for reasons I couldn't fully explain, I felt a strange. connection to her. My throat tightened as if I wanted to cry too, the sensation of being inexplicably

close to this woman overwhelming me.

"You played beautifully," she praised softly, her words heavy with sincerity. "Your skill is remarkable. You must have had a great teacher."

I nodded, smiling faintly. "My father is Ethan Winter. He's taught me a lot."

The moment Ethan's name left my lips, Tira's demeanor shifted. Her smile wavered, and something unreadable crossed her face. The warmth in her eyes dulled slightly, replaced by a complicated expression I couldn't quite decipher. She held her silence for a moment, then reached out a hand toward BETA Freya, who quickly handed her a small cheque book.

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Without a word. Tira pleked up a pen and scribbled something on the cheque. She signed it with a flourish, tore it from the book

and handed it to me with a calm smile. "Here's a little gig fee. Please,

take it."

I accepted the cheque, murmuring a thank you. But when I glanced at the amount written on it, my eyes widened in disbelief. Five million dollars-for one song?

"Ms. Tira... did you-did you write the wrong amount?" I stammered, trying to make sense of the number.

Tira let out a gentle laugh, her expression softening once more. "No, dear. That's correct. It's five million. You're worth every bit of it. At your age, to achieve what you have... you will be extraordinary in the future." Her praise was genuine, but there was a heaviness in her words, as if

he knew more than she was letting on.

Just then, Freya, the beta received a phone call and leaned over to whisper something into Tira's ear. A faint blush rose to her cheeks, and she smiled politely. "I'm afraid I have something to attend to now. But it was a pleasure meeting you both. I look forward to hearing more from you."

We exchanged our goodbyes, and Lorik and I left the suite. As we stepped into the corridor, the entire encounter felt surreal, like I had just stepped out of a dream.

I looked at Lorik, half in disbelief. "Pinch me, let me see if I'm dreaming."

Lorik glanced around the empty hallway before he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me into a corner. Without warning, he leaned down and bit my lip-not gently, but with the kind of

possessiveness that was entirely his. His lips curved into a mischievous grin as he asked, "Now, are you sure you're not dreaming?"

Despite myself, I laughed lightly and gave him a gentle push. "I guess not." I hummed, still in a good mood, and headed towards the elevator.

Lorik caught up with me, and the two of us walked side by side as the lift arrived. The doors opened, and a tall figure stepped out, the brim of his hat pulled low over his face. We brushed past him awe entered the lift, but something about him felt... familiar. I glanced back, but the man had already disappeared down the corridor.

Lorik noticed my hesitation. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. "Nothing. It's probably nothing."

**Third POV

The man rang the doorbell, and Freya answered. As he stepped into the suite, he removed his hat.

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revealing his handsome face-Maurice. His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of Tira's sitting on the sofa, her eyes red and puffy from crying Freya knelt by her side, offering words of comfort.

Maurice's voice was quiet but firm. "You've met with them already?"

"Yes," Tira nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "We haven't seen each other in so many years... Shirley... my daughter." Tears welled up again as she uttered those words, emotions she had long buried rising to the surface. 75.8%

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